A favorite zen poem of mine, by Yuan Hongdao...

The time has come to devote myself to my hiker's stick;
I must have been a Buddhist monk in a former life!
Sick, I see returning home as a kind of pardon.
A stranger here - being fired is like being promoted.
In my cup, thick wine, I get crazy drunk,
Eat my fill, then stagger up the mountain.
The southern sect, the northern sect, I've tried
them all:
This hermit has his own school of zen philosophy.