Good evening!
No winter grass being seen,
A white heron in a snowfield
Hides itself in
Its own form.
This is the poem made by Dogen titled “prostration.” Like in a perfect prostration, in zazen we become white herons merging into a white field, the world of dharmas, just becoming one like trees in total harmony with the whole world. Thus, we obtain our original form, the dharma body.
4/18/12
