April 08th, 2021
Deagam Tanyon (1070-1179)
This room is so wide and empty
Every thought vanishes in it.
A narrow lane carved in rock,
A well sprung from a hole in a stone.
The bright moon hangs at the
End of the eaves,
And a cold gust shakes the valley.
Who can follow in these footsteps
And, sitting quietly, learn true happiness?