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Posted by Magyar Wed, Mar 19th 2008, 08:14 :: English

Memories are a mound of bricks;
most are your foundation,
a few hang around your neck,
some should never leave the pile.

_When a brick flys above that pile, what is the sound of its wings?
_m

  


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a frog croaks
Geert Verbeke Wed, Mar 19th 2008, 08:37  
  

Ah... laughter, thanks Geert, 'tis good for us all! _m
Magyar Wed, Mar 19th 2008, 08:58  
  

magyar...the brick you can hear does not hit you...
the one that knocks you cold...is soundless...
Rebba Singh Wed, Mar 19th 2008, 11:44  
  

Dear,
there is a frog in every brick.
Geert Verbeke Wed, Mar 19th 2008, 12:43  
  

The progression then could be > that every memory is a frog croaking in your mind <. Great_! This Koan, then, is not a Koan because of its answerability, but the happy banter is worthwhile!
Magyar Wed, Mar 19th 2008, 13:13  
  

Is it also a

a fragrant colour
of unborn dreams
in Eden worlds

dear Magyar !

Thank you for this Koan !
Narayanan Raghunathan Sun, Apr 27th 2008, 10:52  
  

dreams
grown of this fragrant vase
the first garden.

Naryanan, I cannot match, nor do I try; I only offer this echo as a complement to your entry above. Thank you! _m
Magyar Sun, Apr 27th 2008, 19:30  
  

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