April 28th, 2018
Stonehouse (1272-1352)I was a Zen monk who didn't know Zen
so I chose the woods for the years I had left
a patched robe over my body
braided bamboo around my waist
mountain shade and stream light
explain the Patriarch's meaning
flower smiles and bird songs
reveal the hidden key
sometimes I sit on flat-topped rocks
cloudfree afternoons once a month