Feng Gan (fl.9th cent.)

Poem After Hui Neng the Sixth Patriarch

Actually there isn't a thing much less any dust to wipe away who can master this doesn't need to sit there stiff              Show me the person who doesn't die; death remains impartial. I recall a towering man who is now a pile of dust- the World Below knows no dawn plants enjoy another spring but those who visit this sorrowful place the pine wind slays with grief.