The flower invites the butterfly with no-mind;
The butterfly visits the flower with no-mind.
The flower opens, the butterfly comes;
The butterfly comes, the flower opens.
I don’t know others,
Others don’t know me.
By not-knowing we follow nature’s course
(Dewdrops on a lotus leaf: Zen poems of Ryokan
transl by John Stevens)
It’s been so long since I’ve read deeply in Ryokan. What a wonderful poem – thank you for sharing it!
mmmm…. tasty, isn’t he? share one you like… i think i’ll sit with the old monk for a few days.