Shundo David Haye – Zen Priest

Asking without knowing.
Answering, still not understanding.
The moon is cold, the wind is high –
On the ancient cliff, frigid juniper.
How delightful: on the road he met a man who had attained the Path,
And didn’t use speech or silence to reply.
His hand grasps the white jade whip.
And smashes the black dragon’s pearl.
If he hadn’t smashed it,
He would have increased its flaws.
The nation has a code of laws –
Three thousand articles of offenses.