imprinted with koans
reading the moss with fingertips
the palm's warmth obscures the delicacy
of the finer and more subtle ideas
you pass one to me and I pass one to you
the lightness of absorption that does not erase
has to do with time and balance
and a path which can only be walked single file
joyous hearts emerge to know the rain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem