September 02nd, 2021 The waterfall on South Mountain Hits the rocks, Tosses back its foam With terrifying thunder, Blotting out even Face-to-face talk. Collapsing water and Bouncing foam soak blue moss, Old moss so thick It drowns the spring grass. Wang Wei (699-761) Send a Zen Card Brighten a Friend's Day... Join our Subscribers Receive the Daily Zen Journal Home Contact Privacy Terms Site Map © 2024 TrueBlueDesigns. All rights reserved. Zen Vows Legend of Bodhidharma