Just Washed, How Chill The White Leeks!

Year By Year, The Monkey's Mask Reveals The Monkey

When I Speak My Lips Feel Cold - The Autumn Wind.

Seek On High Bare Trails Sky-reflecting Violets... Mountain-top Jewels

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.

Ballet In The Air... Twin Butterflies Until, Twice White They Meet, They Mate