If a clear mind comes, I let it be clear.
If a deluded mind comes, I let it be deluded.
If the wind comes from all directions, four or eight directions,
I let it be as a whirlwind.
And if space comes
I will strike it again and again.



In the stillness by the empty window
I sit in formal meditation wearing my monk’s surplice,
Navel and nose in alignment,
Ears parallel with the shoulders.
Moonlight floods the room;
The rain stops but the eaves drip and drip.
Perfect this moment –
In the vast emptiness, my understanding deepens.