When I Speak My Lips Feel Cold

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

The Universe And Its Beings Are A Complementarity Of Empty Infinity, Intimate Interrelationships, And Total Uniqueness Of Each And Every Being.

Before Enlightenment, Chopping Wood And Carrying Water. After Enlightenment, Chopping Wood And Carrying Water.

The Oak Tree: Not Interested In Cherry Blossoms.

Every Day Is A Journey, And The Journey Itself Is Home.