Adrift round down wings
spiral down round winds
a kite, alike a kite, aloft, along a strand.
A leaf freefalls
a fate afloat
imprints upon the sand.
Where seas begin, seas end.
Here begins Sanzen.

Amidst gentle winds
adrift Zephyrs wings,
glide like ice alight a tide
bouyed, softly skimming rime.
A leaf afloat,
a fate flies free,
imprints upon the sky.
Where seas begin, seas end.
Here begins Sanzen.

P. Suess