by not-knowing

butterfly

initial thought by genju

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

Ryokan

(Dewdrops on a lotus leaf: Zen poems of Ryokan

transl by John Stevens)