I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.
Operating superficially, the mind is random in its activity and stale in its insights and images. However, with practice and experience the mind is freed from the skull, and the fresh and new can appear as though for the first time. It
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps' nest.
Even in Kyoto/Hearing the cuckoo's cry/I long for Kyoto
Harvest moon: around the pond I wander and the night is gone.