The Search for the Bull

In the pasture of this world,

I endlessly push aside the tall grasses insearch of the bull.

Following unnamed rivers,

lost upon the interpenetrating paths

of distant mountains,

My strength failing

and my vitality exhausted,

I cannot find the bull.

I only hear the locusts chirring through the forest at night.
Comment: The bull never has been lost. What need is there to search? Only because of separation from my true nature, I fail to find him.

In theconfusion of the senses

I lose even his tracks.

Far from home,

I see many cross roads,

but which way is the right one

I know not.

Greed and fear, goodand bad,

entangle me.

"the ten bulls" Zen Poetry

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twilight mist

early or late
the night grew old
a day is born
I'm left alone.

steps on my soul's stairs
the sound of moisture
tastes like your lips' red
like the sky in your eyes.

I touched the sunrise
sweet and bitter;
absence;
desire.

my hand
slides on the turf
it feel's you,
savour of love.

It blured my senses,
confusion and rush;
your sharp breath,
your sigh
and again.

Sunshine now,
and all is over.

elis.g

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θερινές φωτιές

το σαρκώδες σου κόκκινο
υγρή λάχτάρα,
η καρδιά ,
τέσσερα τρίτα.

δυό μικρές φούχτες ξάναμα
στη μπλούζα σου
και στη γεύση
γλυκό νεράντζι.

γάργαρη η δροσιά
στην πηγή σου·
στη ματιά σου,
φωτιά·

η ανάσες, μαχαίρι·
ο λυγμοί, της χαράς·
πυρετός στο αγέρι
και το χέρι φονιάς.

για του πόθου σου διψώ
την αλμύρα.

... και η καρδιά,
τέσσερα τρίτα.

elis.g

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