Zen Poem...

I'm poor but happy a man of the Way
all my needs are satisfied by chance.

last night the west wind downed an old tree
at daybreak firewood covered the ground.

gauze silk clouds adorned red scarps
dew drop pearls bejeweled green cliffs.

what's present has always decided my living
why should I burden myself with plans.

- Stonehouse

[from 'The Zen Works of Stonehouse' translated by Red Pine]