ORIGINAL FACE

The sky has no path

The ocean has no destination

Spring comes and goes

Grass grows and withers

Formless is my original face

As a smile blossoms on it

THE GATE-LESS GATE

Knock twice, at the gateless gate

Just eat now, and wash your plate

Chop wood now, and chop wood after

A man who knows this, is his own master

The musical clap, of the single hand

The still flowing water, in a thoughtless land

The formless Face, before its very formation

The empty pot before, the final transformation

Dried up dung, and a searching soul

Three pounds of flax, and a begging bowl

 Fleeting clouds, and mental states

Silence is yonder, the gateless gate

So eat now, and wash your plate

And step beyond the gateless gate