Along My Journey / Through This Transitory

Just Washed, How Chill The White Leeks!

When Your Consciousness Has Become Ripe In True Zazen-pure Like Clear Water, Like A Serene Mountain Lake, Not Moved By Any Wind-then Anything May Serve As A Medium For Realization.

The Fact That Saigyo Composed A Poem That Begins, "i Shall Be Unhappy Without Loneliness," Shows That He Made Loneliness His Master.

O Cricket From Your Cherry Cry No One Would Ever Guess How Quickly You Must Die.

The Old Pond, Ah! A Frog Jumps In: The Water's Sound.