Koan Class Tribute - Reb Anderson, Tenshin Roshi

In the emptiness of the pot of ages- from an empty pot how can we satisfy
hunger? It is always thus.
There’s a family tradition- are we born into it or do we marry into it?
White duckweeds, breeze gentle- swaying so peaceful. The answer my
friend is blowing in the wind. Is this a breeze that follows conditions?
Evening on an autumn river- day’s end, year’s end; such sweet sorrow, the
unique breeze of reality.
An ancient embankment the boat returns- the other shore is so familiar.
The weary boatman gladly poles the barge upriver again.
A single stretch of haze- feet on the shore, head in the clouds, the
solitary embankment evaporates, too. An exhale on a chill autumn
morning reaches out to greet the next of kin.
CASE 99
Taigen Shizan
Case 98
YUNMEN’S “BOWL AND BUCKET”
INSIDE CANDLE LIGHT
SOFT TONES; OUTSIDE
GRAY BLUE GREEN
DREAMS OF WIND
RAIN POURS DOWN