They walk passed gate. I hear them. I cannot see them.
Words.
Words cannot express things;
Speech does not convey the spirit.
Swayed by words, one is lost;
Blocked by phrases, one is bewildered.
Mumon
They don’t look in. They don’t see me. There don’t know I’m there.
Words.
The voices walking road by gate do not know I am listening for the few seconds of their pilgrimage.
Words
They pass me by. I cannot grasp them.
Rien.
