A worn-out robe and five copper coins – a distinctly individual hospitality
It is hard to hastily explain to others the Master’s everyday mind
His body at ease like the drifting scraps of cloud reflected in the valley stream
His bright mind like the moon’s radiance illuminating the mountains
Horse barley is sufficient to sustain his life, a result of karmic conditions
Like a honey-bee among flowers he diligently busies himself entertaining his guests
He just clutches the bowl that he been passed down in unsullied purity through the generations
And having no bottom it swallows up all in the ten directions
(Tosui osho densan)
