
What is Zen?
A Poem
A student and his master Were walking beside a river When the student asked his master: “What is Zen?”
The master struck the student With his staff and declared: “There is Zen.”
The student grasped his head And looked about in confusion
The master pointed to a bush Full of flowers in bloom And said “There is Zen, also.”
After much of this, the student said: “I don’t get it”
Again, the master struck him — “You’re not supposed to.”






