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.

Fa-yen (885-958)

from The Roaring Stream--A New Zen Reader

Edited by Nelson Foster & Jack Shoemaker