Translated by: Ana Jelnikar
Man sets out for the desert. He doesn’t
get far. But the fact he’s managed to get away from town
to moist firewood and instant soups sprinkled
with powdered parsley
says a lot about life and death.
Universe is One. Before birth and after death.
How is the mind supposed to grasp this
in the sense of a waterfall which falls and in falling grasps
the falling of the waterfall which falls?
The wise Chinese Butterfly Dzu scratches his plait.
I think that wisdom, before setting out
on a planetary tour, waits for the master to die.
I’ve always wanted to know how these masters got food
and an apartment.
Then again, I do know how
(it is to drink in one gulp the outer and the inner universe).