August 28th, 2016

For all these years,
My certain Zen:
Neither I nor the world exist.
The sutras neat within the box,
My cane hooked upon the wall,
I lie at peace in moonlight
Or, hearing water
Plashing on the rock,
Sit up:
None can purchase pleasure
Such as this:
Spangled across the step moss,
A million coins!

Shutaku (1308-1388)