Mount Sumeru has crumbled,
And the Ganges has dried.
Now what is there here,
For us to gaze?
Beg for change!
And beg three times more.
Your heart can’t go anywhere;
Come sit awhile.
Mind is the hammer,
And not-mind is the nail,
So one can render incomplete.
The ground moves quickly,
Too quick for one to see,
And yet horses trot and rabbits leap,
And all you do is complain.
See with your tongue and wash your feet,
As to prove your thoughts real.
Where does the sky end and begin?
And where are your thoughts?
Try to make sense of this,
Like a frog under a brick.
The floor is almost finished,
But the Ganges has already dried!
Submitted August 03, 2017 at 06:52PM by Type_DXL http://ift.tt/2v0dYbV
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