Four Seasons

by on Feb 22, 2012Zen Master Seung Sahn

Flowers in the spring,
In the summer, cool breezes
Leaves in the fall,
In the winter, pure snow.

Is the world throwing me away?
Am I throwing away the world?
I lie around in the dharma room.
I don’t care about anything.

White clouds floating in the sky.
Clear water flowing down the mountain,
The wind through the pagoda:
I surrender my whole life to them.

—From Bone of Space: Poems by Zen Master Seung Sahn, (c) Primary Point Press, 1992