I Have Forsaken Heaven and Earth

Since long
you have been residing like a hermit in my wound

I have forsaken Heaven and Earth
but have never forsaken you

I’ll let you say goodbye
to the thousands of mountains and rivers that run
through my life

Of worldly affairs
all is trivial
but life and death

Whose heart is not laid bare at the moment of death?

Flowers buried with the dead bloom and wither
Fruits falling from the Bodhi Tree echo in the deep mountains

Tell me
how many memorial days are especially saved for me

they were marked by your footprints hidden under the fallen leaves:
they are the only days in which I am free