Traveler's Heart. Never Settled Long In One

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

Go To The Pine If You Want To Learn About The Pine, Or To The Bamboo If You Want To Learn About The Bamboo. And In Doing So, You Must Leave Your Subjective Preoccupation With Yourself. Otherwise You Impose Yourself On The Object And You Do Not Learn.

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.

Even In Kyoto/hearing The Cuckoo's Cry/i Long For Kyoto

I Am One Who Eats Breakfast Gazing At Morning Glories.