I Am One Who Eats

Nothing In The Cry Of Cicadas Suggests They Are About To Die

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.

Along My Journey / Through This Transitory World, / New Year's Housecleaning.

I Felt Quite At Home, / As If It Were Mine Sleeping Lazily / In This House Of Fresh Air.

Breaking The Silence Of An Ancient Pond, A Frog Jumped Into Water - A Deep Resonance.