Riding the Bull Home
Mounting the bull, slowly I return homeward. The voice of my flute intones through the evening. Measuring with hand-beats the pulsating harmony, I direct the endless rhythm. Whoever hears this melody will join me.
Part 6 of 10 Bulls by Kakuan
Transcribed by Nyogen Senzaki and Paul Reps
From Zen Flesh, Zen Bones