Ku-fan-ku,
Mindless mind, eternal sight,
Pedigree pulp of all in no-time,
The red ants remind me of first love,
Where I walk upon the broken stones
And know all things without thought.
My body is the universe my mind has made.
Ku-fan-ku, I give thanks up to what
At last, is me.
The sun is our healer-cauldron of life,
And this brook flows with tears of the
Great Forest;
Let us be quieter than
The whispers of summer nights.