December 22nd, 2019 Calm, activity Each has its use. At times this worldly dust Piles mountains high. Now the neighbor's asleep, I chant a sutra. The incense burnt away, I sing before the moon. Soen (1859-1919) 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