Gizan Zenrai

"I was born into this world I leave it at my death. Into a thousand towns My legs have carried me, And countless homes - What are all these? A moon reflected in the water A flower floating in the sky Ho!"

"As a spiritual successor to the 19th-century Zen poet Gizan Zenrai (and anyone who has ever felt wistful thinking that everything we’ve ever known will one day vanish), [Harold Whit] Williams writes: “A child once again, / Gazing out to where forever ends. / Everything orbiting, gently orbiting.”"