Flakes and shavings line the floor. Another Buddha carved. Tools laid to rest; the candlelight fades. Tomorrow he’ll fetch another piece of wood.
He’ll fetch another piece of wood tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that. Forever in search of Buddha nature.
Under sunlight a buddha is sculpted.
In the moonlight a buddha is sculpted.
By candlelight a buddha is sculpted.
And tomorrow he will sculpt another.
A shower of woodchips
accompanies his work.
And tomorrow the busshi will
add to the pile.
Amidst wood shavings and chips,
Searching for the buddha.
Tomorrow he’ll fetch another piece of wood,
The cherry blossoms turned to maple leaves.
10,000 buddha’s carved.
Still the busshi searches,
for the buddha nature.
Variants on a single idea. Thanks to From Software and Sekiro for giving me the urge to write poetry again.