I Hope To Have Gathered To Repay

There Came A Day When The Clouds Drifting Along With The Wind Aroused A Wanderlust In Me, And I Set Off On A Journey To Roam Along The Seashores

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.

If I Had The Knack I'd Sing Like Cherry Flakes Falling

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

Winter Solitude- In A World Of One Colour The Sound Of The Wind.