If someone asks
what true Zen is
you don’t have to open
your mouth to explain it.
Please, lay out every angle
of your Zazen posture.
Then a spring breeze will blow and bring
the plum tree to blossom wondrously.
This poem is to be found in Taisen Deshimaru’s book on Zen and everyday life: Zen et Vie Quotidienne: La Pratique de la Concentration (editions ablin michel 1985). The translation is mine.
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