Come, See The True Flowers Of This

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.

From All These Trees, In The Salads, The Soup, Everywhere, Cherry Blossoms Fall.

Old Dark Sleepy Pool... Quick Unexpected Frog Goes Plop! Watersplash!

Traveler's Heart. Never Settled Long In One Place. Like A Portable Fire.

Winter Garden, The Moon Thinned To A Thread, Insects Singing.