Shundo David Haye – Zen Priest

Roaming on mindful mountain
Wisps of fog and cooling breezes
Dusty trails that once were streams 
I am now the water flowing down and down
Rocks once shiny and wet chuckling drily beneath my feet
Channeling my thoughts downstream, go, leave me with silence!
So I can feel and sense.
Caw of crow! Whistle of wind! Rustling of leaves!
Shadow of hawk, scurry of beetle,
Glimpse of blue between misty veils and treelined crest
Scent of sage, heady wafts of cleansing eucalyptus, 
Taste of blackberry, sweet, sour, tart, tangy
Quenching sips of pure clean water
Cadence of breath, rhythm of step,
Grateful to the mountain for sharing a multitude of moments
And its peaceful serenity.

(Written by a participant in the recent roam on San Bruno Mountain)