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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