Zen...

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]