Shundo David Haye

The void of the circle of the Way is never filled,
The letters on the seal of emptiness are still unformed.
Subtly carrying the globe of heaven and axis of earth,
Finely weaving the military warp and cultural woof,
Opening up, kneading together,
Standing along, traveling everywhere:
The mind activates the mysterious pivot, thunder roars in the clear blue sky;
The eye takes in violet light, seeing stars in broad daylight.