So we saw the grim legions of
Our generation destroyed.
How we mourned them.
Are you, then, shattered and distressed,
Torn apart to see that ruthless scythe deployed?
What are they laughing at? The clouds making no vows, In the morning, in the evening, How easily they pass over The stone bridge spanning the valley. ( Japanese Waka, 18th C)
Beyond Being; Beyond Doing and Not-Doing Beyond Change and No-change Beyond Witnessing and Unwitnessing --What is? Or is not? Why don't you jump over the wall and find out?''
Each gyrating gesticulating moving turning sweeping swaying stamping flowing flying fleeting gesture comes from above, or within
Day after day I turn
Where no turning goes;
Then some knowledge stops me
Where I stand, or lack of it, I don’t know.