How I Long To See

The Old Pond, Ah! A Frog Jumps In: The Water's Sound.

Why So Scrawny, Cat? Starving For Fat Fish Or Mice... Or Backyard Love?

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

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.

I Hope To Have Gathered To Repay Your Kindness The Willow Leaves Scattered In The Garden.