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

Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.

Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.

Seek on high bare trails Sky-reflecting violets... Mountain-top jewels

Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?

Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.