Shundo David Haye – Zen Priest

He walked the blade of a sword;

He stepped on the ice of a frozen river;

He entered the vacant house;
His desire to steal ceased forever.

He returned to his own home.

Saw the beautiful rays of the morning sun.
And watched the moon and stars intimately.
He walked the streets with ease,

Enjoying the gentle breeze.
At last he opened his treasure house.
Until that moment he never dreamed

He had owned those treasures from the very beginning.