I find this incredibly moving. The sensuous and physical beauty that I found so compelling in this statue may simply be better understood as the beauty of death. As the Buddha said to his followers in the moment of yielding -- Strive with diligence!
As a further addendum, here is the result of my striving this morning - this is the poem I translated by Han Shan, the poet of Cold Mountain.
What is created
By
hand best displays
Through
warp and weft
The
magnificent grace
Of
the human spirit
By
birth we inherit
The
body’s limits
By
death we become
A
nameless ghost
From
ancient times
It’s
been this way
No
matter how
We
may strive
To
the contrary
White
clouds come
And
fill the interior
Thus
teaching us the song
Of Immortal longing
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