crow-in-snow

In the past, when I began to study Zen,
it was all a mistake.

Wandering through numberless
mountains and rivers,
I wanted to find
something to know.

It’s all clear in hindsight.

Having learned this,
what do I have?

Release a crow into the night
and it flies
flecked with snow.

– Dayang Jingxuan

Dayang Jingxuan lived in the 10th century. Thank you to Whiskey River for bringing this poem to my attention.

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