Shundo David Haye – Zen Priest

High, high from the summit of the peak,

Whatever way I look, no limit in sight!

No one knows I am sitting here alone.

A solitary moon shines in the cold spring.

Here in the spring – this is not the moon.

The moon is where it always is – in the sky above.

And though I sing this one little song,

In the song there is no Zen.