Written on Master Hengzhao's Wall

A Zen path

The autumn moss grows over;

Icy windows bear streak

Of rain.

The true mind

mysteriously integrates

Itself, but who appreciates

Good poems?  Dew chills;

Cricket noises muffle.

A light wind fans

Shadows of foliage.

As if intent,

All day in the window

White clouds.

Jianzhang

Tr. Paul Hansen