This Year's Death Poem: Bansho & Jomon

We ended up creating our poem(s) this year together.  We talked about the major themes this year, the fruits of practice, and here is what emerged:  

Filling up with fixed ideas and the best-laid plans

As a bamboo deer-scarer

fills with water.

Brimming with certainty until

All at once, it pivots (surprised again?)

And with a deep bow

Now 

It all spills out, boundless

Empty

Now rising *thok* hitting stone and

Open.