Returning home at last
Piously, I sit on the ox’s shoulders
Every leaf and every twig greet us
With their inherent melody as we pass
I take a bamboo flute from my cloth bag
And play a tune in the key of “Om”
A cup of tea will be nice
Before I saying anything, I should point out that, as far as I’m aware, my personal practice is still struggling with the ox (somewhere between steps 4 and 5). I shouldn’t really be touching these at all, except I know that the meaning behind them is present in my inherent being. Perhaps if I listen very carefully, the right words will come to me…
So, from an experiential point of view, this is where the Ox Herding series gets really difficult, but at the same time, this is also where it gets profoundly simple.
Thoughts begin to fade, life starts flowing in tune. I’ve known days like these, before.
Yet, there are still two travelers. What is it that separates them?
If this were me on the ox, I’d probably be on my way to the tea house to show off the ox “I” was riding!
Riding the Bull Home
Riding the bull, I leisurely wander toward home.
Exotic flute melodies echo through sunset clouds,
Each beat and each tune indescribably profound.
No words are needed for those who understand music.