It's being one of those seasons.
Asei
Flowers of the grass:
scarcely shown, and withered
name and all.
Gesshu
Inhale, exhale
Forward, back
Living, dying:
Arrows, let flown each to each
Meet midway and slice
The void in aimless flight —
Thus I return to the source.
Choko
This final scene I'll not see
to the end...my dream
is fraying.
Hosshin
Coming, all is clear, no
doubt about it. Going, all is
clear, without a doubt.
What, then, is all?
Kozan
Empty-handed I entered the world
Barefoot I leave it.
My coming, my going --
Two simple happenings
That got entangled.
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