January 27th, 2017 With the moon emerged, My mind is motionless. Sitting on this frosty seat, No further dream of fame. The forest, the mountain Follow their ancient ways, And through the long spring day, Not even a shadow of a bird. Reizan (1411) Send a Zen Card Brighten a Friend's Day... Join our Subscribers Receive the Daily Zen Journal Home Contact Privacy Terms Site Map © 2024 TrueBlueDesigns. All rights reserved. Zen Vows Legend of Bodhidharma