Wilderness and Pigeons

Wilderness and Pigeons

The white mist dissipates once again in the strong wind

At this moment the wilderness

is taken over by a flock of pigeons, which

between the green and the blue

They remain silent about what they see

But this is not a default, the power of correction

sometimes comes from the inspector

The silent humility

Through the wheat fields, through the

The most wonderful emptiness

Does my swaying form, make timid

will be corrected by the kindness

And become clean and bright

I think so.

When the flock of pigeons, like the palm of Buddha, flew against my

I suddenly felt

There is a newborn vigor that dissolves

between me and reality

The deepening misunderstanding

Those who are corrected

are destined to grow in number, and I, we

Will also eventually become part of the flock

Like the fallen leaves blown by the gale

In the endless ups and downs of rotation

There is anxiety

There is also the uncontrollable joy of leaping