First Snow-falling-on The Half-finished Bridge.

Without Bitterest Cold That Penetrates To The Very Bone, How Can Plum Blossoms Send Forth Their Fragrance All Over The World?

I Am One Who Eats Breakfast Gazing At Morning Glories.

Poverty's Child - He Starts To Grind The Rice, And Gazes At The Moon.

Twilight Whippoorwill... Whistle On, Sweet Deepener Of Dark Loneliness

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.