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.
On a bare branch a crow is perched - autumn evening
I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.