This Autumn- Why Am I Growing Old?

Now The Swinging Bridge Is Quieted With Creepers ... Like Our Tendrilled Life.

Harvest Moon: Around The Pond I Wander And The Night Is Gone.

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.

The Temple Bell Stops But I Still Hear The Sound Coming Out Of The Flowers.

Learn How To Listen As Things Speak For Themselves.