Empty Boat
Buddhism
Poetry
Back from the seas,
and now at anchor,
the old man breathes,
a different temper:
For now he sees
no self or other,
and so he frees,
himself of anger.
Back from the seas,
and now at anchor,
the old man breathes,
a different temper:
For now he sees
no self or other,
and so he frees,
himself of anger.