If the feet of enlightenment moved, the great ocean would overflow;
If that head bowed, it would look down upon the heavens.
Such a body has no place to rest…
Let another one continue this poem.

Mumon, ‘The Gateless Gate’, in Paul Reps and Nyogen Senzaki (eds.), Zen Flesh, Zen Bones, Boston, 1994, pp. 194-195