You turn sand into pearls,
 Transform stubborn stones into beautiful jades,
 You interweave inspirations and thoughts,
 Ingeniously delineating the meanings of Zen
 In inches of gold and precious gems.

 Your endless compassion
 Makes each curve a perfection,
 And there on each line,
 Wisdom twinkles.

 When the colors of the spectrum turn,
 The pure lotus blossoms in our palms,
 From Your blessings, the hands
 Slowly release a fresh fragrance.

 A small brooch
 Adorns my heart,
 The diamonds are eternity,
 The spreading leaves are freedom.

 Gazing at Your kind intention,
 I was slightly puzzled,
 Oh, Master!
 How could I be liberated from Your love!?