Emptiness

Into a soul absolutely free from thoughts and emotions,even the tiger finds no room to insert its fierce claws.

One and the same breeze passes,over the pines on the mountain and the oak trees in the valley ,and why do they give different notes?

No thinking,no reflecting.perfect Emptiness yet therein something moves,following its own course.

Clouds and mists they are midair transformations.above them eternally shine the sun and the moon.

A short japanese poem reflected the spirit of zen.

Thanks everyone and always tc..❤❤