April 04th, 2023 The iris pond has floweredBefore the old temple;I sell tea this eveningBy the water’s edge.It is steeped in the cupsWith the moon and stars;Drink and wake foreverFrom your worldly sleep. Baisao (1675-1763) 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