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.
Old pond, frog jumps in - plop.
Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.
Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers' imperial dreams.
How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers