Kensho

Kensho

When your singular voice is joined to the chorus in such a way you can no

Longer tell which sounds are your own 

that is the essence of harmony 

Half faded memory can not serve the present 

What is touched is felt 

Emotions must be alive 

Then anger strikes it is discordant 

When not held in your own heart 

One recognises our own attitude in others

This is cultivating the common good 

The interior of Mecca 

And exterior the same

as heaven is supported 

within and without