Doyu

"Fifty-six years, above Buddhas, Patriarchs, I've stood mid-air. Now I announce my final journey- Daily sun breaks from the eastern ridge."

"In all my six and fifty years No miracles occurred. For the Buddhas and the Great Ones of the Faith I have questions in my heart. And if I say, "Today, this hour I leave the world," There's nothing in it. Day after day, Does not the sun rise in the east?"

"Myoken Doyu, (1201-1256)... also came to Sung-China from Japan."

"And here is the 13th-century master Doyu's death poem:... The Japanese masters composed not only enlightenment and death poems in Chinese verse forms, they often wrote of important Zen Poetry."

"Doyu's poem is pure metaphor, giving with remarkable precision a sense of the gravity of his emotion: like the sun which daily comes and goes, the poet has come, will go—after a life of standing “mid-air,” contemplative withdrawal."