Shundo David Haye – Zen Priest

Jagged and fanged is the old plum tree;
Suddenly it flowers—one flower, two flowers,
Three, four, five flowers—countless flowers.
Its purity is not capable of pride.
Its fragrance is not capable of pride.
They spread out to create the look of spring and to fan the grass and trees.
Patch-robed monks each with bald head.
Instantly changing are the raging wind and the hard rain,
While, wrapping the earth in dragon-pattern robes, the snow is boundless.
The old plum tree is very unconstrained.
The freezing cold rubs the nostrils, and they sting.