No Matter Where Your Interest Lies, You

Not To Think Of Yourself / As Someone Who Did Not Count -- / Festival Of The Souls.

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.

Calm And Serene The Sound Of A Cicada Penetrates The Rock.

The Desire To Break The Silence With Constant Human Noise Is, I Believe, Precisely An Avoidance Of The Sacred Terror Of That Divine Encounter.

Spring Rain Leaking Through The Roof Dripping From The Wasps' Nest.