Three Zen Stanzas

#1

Knowing there's not a single wave in the seven seas,
I hold a pen to describe Zen with sketching ease.
From the formlessness of a Bodhi tree,
There came formful teachers from the formful east.

#2

Fresh snow falling upon the forming frost;
Scarlet clouds leaning against the alley deep.
In the silver urn, and a clear bowl of jade,
The shade of winter embraces a raven's chill.

#3

Inky branches and telephone pole,
The labyrinth of morning mist low,
Car tracks 'nd foot prints on powder snow,
The homing screech of an evening crow,
Quanzhou's whip, Mazu's roar, well as Zhaozhou master's hound,
All pointing toward self nature harmonious and round.