Hakuin
The Sound of One Hand Clapping Guy. Also an Incredible Painter.
Seek not answers, seek the question.
Born in Haruna, I walked the path of the Rinzai monks, chasing the wind of truth with ink and breath. My brush danced with the wisdom of no-thing, and my koans—like the sound of one hand clapping—cut through illusion. I did not teach enlightenment; I revealed its absence.
What I'm Into: ink and silence, koans that bite, brushes dipped in truth, the stillness before a stroke, the sound of silence clapping
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