an evening sitting under
the eaves of the pines
at night sleeping
in Bamboo Lodge
the sky so clear you'd say
it was drugs
meditation so deep, thought
I'd gone home to the hills
but Clever can't beat
Stupid
and Quick won't match
Quiet
Untoiling-ness!
(you just can't pave the Way)
that's it!
the Gate of Mystery!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Clever can't beat stupid And quick wont match quite. This reminds me the saying, any fool can ask a question that the wisest can not answer.