Great roiling clouds obscure a false sliver of the moon,
As the waters of the ocean churn.
Among the night winds the hidden leaves stir.
I've settled my great black dragon to a restful sleep,
Far, far below at the very bottom of the depths.
Not a single one among them can disturb him.
I think I'll rest here for a bit, and regard the trappings of the world,
If only for a small amount of time; it is so, it is so.
Wandering Ronin 77 commentary: I've hidden a few concepts within this Zen poem to see if several people here in the community can decipher and discern some of the hidden meanings. This should be a nice little logical Zen exercise for anyone that is interested in playing along. Let's debate and discuss things about it in the comments.
Submitted March 11, 2018 at 05:42AM by WanderingRonin77 http://ift.tt/2p5xv7F
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