The Complete Perfection of True Nature
Reason exhausted, concerns forgotten--
How could this be adequately expressed?
Wherever I go, the icy moonlight's there,
Falling just as it does on the valley ahead.
The fruit is ripe, trees heavy with monkeys,
Mountains so endless I seem to have lost the way.
When I lift my head, some light still remains--
I see that I'm west of the place I call home.
from The Roaring Stream--A New Zen Reader
Edited by Nelson Foster & Jack Shoemaker