I crossed seas and rivers,Climbed mountains, andForded streams in orderTo interview the masters,To inquire after Truth,To delve into the secrets of Zen,And ever since I was enabled toRecognize the path. I knew that birth and death are not The things I have to be concerned with. For walking is Zen, Sitting is Zen, Whether talking or remaining silent, Whether moving or standing quiet, The Essence itself is ever at ease; Even when greeted with swords and spears, It never loses its quiet way, And all that befalls cannot perturbIts serenity.
I crossed seas and rivers,Climbed mountains, andForded streams in orderTo interview the masters,To inquire after Truth,To delve into the secrets of Zen,And ever since I was enabled toRecognize the path.
I knew that birth and death are not The things I have to be concerned with. For walking is Zen, Sitting is Zen, Whether talking or remaining silent, Whether moving or standing quiet, The Essence itself is ever at ease; Even when greeted with swords and spears, It never loses its quiet way, And all that befalls cannot perturbIts serenity.
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