Shundo David Haye – Zen Priest

The whole world is my garden. 
Birds sing my song;
Winds blow as my breath; 
The dancing of the monkey is mine;
The swimming fish expresses my freedom; 
The evening moon is reflected 
In one thousand lakes,
Yet when the mountain hides the moon, 
All images will be gone
With no shadow remaining on the water. 
I love each flower representing spring 
And each colorful leaf of autumn. 
Welcome the happy transmigration!