All my friends / viewing the moon – / an ugly bunch.
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.
Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
Twilight whippoorwill... Whistle on, sweet deepener Of dark loneliness
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.