Studying texts and stiff meditation can make you lose your Original Mind.
A solitary tune by a fisherman, though, can be an invaluable treasure.
Dusk rain on the river, the moon peeking in and out of the clouds;
Elegant beyond words, he chants his songs night after night.

"A Fisherman" in Wild Ways : Zen Poems (2003), edited and translated by John Stevens, p. 37.