November 13th, 2023 Rain clears from the distant peaksDew glistens frostily.Moonlight glazes the front ofMy ivied hut among the pines.How can I tell you how I am,Right now?A swollen brook gushes in the valleyDarkened by clouds. Daito (1282-1334) 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