This Foolish Man ~ Hsu Yun

This foolish man,
Where did he come from?

In this helpless age when the Dharma is in decay,
For what did he stick out his neck?

How lamentable — this noble lineage,
In late autumn, hangs so precariously on a strand of hair.

Casting his own affairs aside,
He cares only for others.

He stands on the solitary peak,
Dropping a straightened hook to catch a carp.

He enters into the bottom of the great sea,
Tending the fire, boiling ephemeral bubbles.

Finding no-one who can understand his tune,
He grieves alone, in vain.

His laughter shatters the void,
And he scolds himself for being slow-witted.

Alas, you ask,
Why doesn’t he just put everything down?

When the sufferings of all beings end,
Only then will he rest.

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Generally just Being. Nothing in particular, no claims to fame. I like gardening and the sea, nature, art in all forms from poetry to films and everything in between, and being in the company of my family.

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