The Hermitage, Joan Miro

A thatched hut buffeted by high winds--who would dare come near?
Blows of wind and shouts of moon keep away the mist and clouds.
Solemnly, I lift up my alms bowl toward the empty heavens;
My unseasoned rice and minced yellow pickle will soon be ready!
                                                                     Xinggang, Buddhist Nun

                                           Landscape with Rabbit and Flower, Joan Miro

Understand the ordinary mind, and realize one is naturally complete,
Ask urgently who you were before your father and mother were born.
When you have seen through the method that underlies them all,
The mountain blossoms and flowing streams will rejoice with you.
                                                                      Xinggang, Buddhist Nun

                                                     Beaucoup De Monde, Joan Miro

On this paper flower
Ladybug meandering
In spots of lovely ink

Quivering the branch
Unperched
Birdsong

Kudzu
Pines
Katsu

Vines of mountain rose
Freedom from want
Bee inside petals

World--
Spider
On a string