最应无所住

最应无所住

面若滿月身漸粗，

腳踏雲履碎蓮步。

著紅服，

常茹素

禪茶一味似如故，

往事已去不知處，

最應無所住...

Let the mind abide nowhere

Face like a full moon,

a frame grown stout,

In cloud-stitched shoes, she treads a lotus route.

In robes of red,

On greens she’s fed,

The taste of Zen and tea remains as of old.

The past has drifted beyond our reach;

In "nowhere," let the mind find its peace.