Shundo David Haye – Zen Priest

Poem

  • Tao-ch’uan

    Sitting silent late at night in a mountain shrineDesolate and deserted is just the way it…

  • Mumon

    You may describe it, but in vain, picture it, but to no avail You can never…

  • Xie Lingyun

    Taking a little food, a light walking-stick, I wander up to my home in quiet mystery,…

  • Keizan

    This field I’ve plowed and sownhas been bought and soldbut it’s always new:look at the young…

  • Longya

    One room,
one quilt,
one jar,
one bowl.
Enough.

 The path 
winds down 
to the village but 
I don’t even…

  • Izumi Shikibu

    From every branchflowers drift and mingle down.Saying “Now!”the spring departs until the paths she takes in…

  • Dogen

    The true person is 
Not anyone in particular;
But, like like the deep blue colour
Of the limitless…

  • Xie Lingyun

    Confused and stumbling inside city walls though time’s three regions are boundless, life’s vagrant pleasures blinding…

  • Izumi Shikibu

    Through the yearsI’ve become used to sorrow:there was not one springI didn’t leave behindthe flowers.

  • Xiangyan

    I have a function.It’s seen in the twinkling of an eye.If others don’t see it,They still…