‘In front of the Patriarch’s room
The road is smooth
A thousand years pass in vain
Moss grows
Bright moon
Shines like snow
The Second Patriarch
His arm severed
Still hasn’t arrived.’
Jakushitsu Genkō
Jakushitsu Genkō
Living in the Mountains
Neither seeking fame nor grieving my poverty
Moss grows
Zen Poem: In front of the Patriarch’s room the road is smooth…
Buddhism now 