And before the young dragon
Has emerged in the field,
Ten thousand years of snakes
Crawling in the mud and
Swarming with themselves.
Blowing out a candle distantly
A thousand miles away
Is simply nothing
To shooting down a dragon
For being roasted with relish.
A watchdog barks at nothing,
A million geese are hurtled
With the winter headwind.
Has a goose the Buddha's nature?
Hush, Hush! What a goose you are
Asking such a silly question!
Stop cackling and stop barking
Before you start to learn something!
Ron
East Wind - rain comes in the night
making all the forest fresh and new.
No sutra that does not save the living,
no branch in the forest not visited by spring.
Learn to understand the meaning in them,
don't try to decide which is valid, which is not.
Enjoyed your Zen thoughts A... r
John