Kozan Ikkyō

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“On a winter morning in 1360, Zen master Kozan Ichikyo (sic) gathered together his pupils. Kozan, 77, told them that, upon his death, they should bury his body, perform no ceremony and hold no services in his memory. Sitting in the traditional Zen posture, he then wrote [his dead poem]... After he finished, Kozan gently put down his brush, and then died. He was still sitting upright.”

“Empty-handed I entered the worldBarefoot I leave it.My coming, my going -Two simple happeningsThat got entangled.”