Don’t ask why the pine trees
In the front garden
Are gnarled and crooked.
The straightness
They were born with
Is right there inside them.
Sekiso
The dharma spring
has never run dry;
it is flowing even now.
A single drop has fallen and spread
far and deep.
Don’t be caught
by the decorations at the edge
and the wall around it.
In the dead of night the moon shines
from the middle of the pond.
Soseki
All worries and troubles
Have gone from my breast,
And I play joyfully
Far from the world.
For a person of Zen,
No limits exist.
The blue sky must feel
Ashamed to be so small.
Soseki
Poems from: Isan: No Footprints in the Blue Sky—Discourses on Zen Master Isan, by Osho Rajneesh.
