Shundo David Haye – Zen Priest

Poem

  • Tiantong

    Without tracks, No news. The white clouds are rootless – What colour is the pure breeze?…

  • Thich Nhat Hanh

    My youth an unripe plum.Your teeth have left their marks on it.The tooth marks still vibrate.I…

  • Ryokan

    Returning home from a day of begging;Sage has covered my door.Now, a bunch of leaves burns…

  • Dogen

    Setting up a lamp and holding a brush, I wish to speak my heart. From a…

  • Dayang

    In the past, when I began to study Zen,it was all a mistake. Wandering through numberlessmountains…

  • David Wagoner

    Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you Are not lost. Wherever you are is…

  • Dogen

    Yesterday was short; today is longer. Though without edge or corners, [the solstice] is good to…

  • Ikkyu

    Many paths lead from The foot of the mountain But at the peak We all gaze…

  • Mumon

    The blue sky and bright day, No more searching around! “What is the Buddha?” you ask:…

  • Michio Mado

    When I came back home on a rainy day,A cleaning rag was waiting for me in…