When we hear an old frog
land in quiet pond
with a solitary splash,
at those moments of loveliness,
we experience
the awakening,
the turning inside out
of all values,
the newness,
the emptiness
and the purity
of vision that make
themselves evident,
provide a glimpse
of the cosmic dance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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