~ Ikkyu~

From the world of passions returning to the world of passions
There is a moment's pause.
If it rains, let it rain, if the wind blows, let it blow.

My real dwelling
Has no pillars
And no roof either
So rain cannot soak it
And wind cannot blow it down

No one really knows
The nature of birth
Nor the true dwelling place.
We return to the source
And turn to dust

If at the end of our journey
There is no final
Resting place,
Then we need not fear
Losing our Way.

No beginning,
No end.
Our mind
is born and dies:
The emptiness of emptiness!

~Ikkyu~