Barn’s Burned …

I looked up the little Zen poem about the burned barn and the moon. It is by Masahide: “Barn’s burned / now I can see the moon.” Well, forest’s burned, now I can see … what? The vanity of ambition and the impermanence of material things. Wouldn’t make much as a poem, but one must reach for the ultimate sense of events. How many years for a forest to come about, how short a moment for nature to take it back, despite our pleas that she has created something beautiful and that she should leave it. Kai, the destroyer …