On Womengan - koan 11
Tight fist and loose fist
Never the same river twice
Trout pools, mud puddles
(via Twitter / John Hicks)
Taking hold, one’s astray in nothingness;
Letting go, the Origin’s regained.
Since the music stopped, no shadow’s touched
My door: again the village moon’s above the river.
— Nensho (1409-82)
