revolving

circumambulating the rim of an iron mill

idle ants plod on and on, never stopping,

like sentient beings endlessly revolving

within the six transmigratory paths;

being born here, dying over there,

turning into hungry ghosts or animals-

if you want to escape this cycle of suffering

you must hear the sound of one hand.

Hakuin Ekako.

 

pencil, graphite & pastel, 297 x 210 mm, 2013

pencil, graphite & pastel, 297 x 210 mm, 2013

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