• Perceiving the Ox

      I hear the song of the nightingale.
      The sun is warm, the wind is mild,
      willows are green along the shore -
      Here no Ox can hide!
      What artist can draw that massive
      head,
      those majestic horns?

    Here the person sees the tail of the ox. There is the realization that one has found the true path for salvation and liberation. What a relief it is! The world can seem a much sweeter place. However, the ox has not yet been grasped.