Zen speaks the language of poetry

Another poem:

Scoop up the water,
and the moon is in your hands;
hold the flowers,
and your clothes are scented with them

This is something tremendously beautiful. Zen speaks the language of poetry. What the poet is trying to say is that if you come across a buddha -- you may know it or not -- some fragrance of the buddha and his presence will be caught by your being. It was a usual practice in Zen that seekers continued moving from one master to another master until the moment they found a man whose very presence fulfilled them; in whose presence all their masks and defenses fell down; in whose presence they became suddenly naked, just-born, innocent.

Then this was the sign that you had found your master.