Old dark sleepy pool... Quick unexpected frog Goes plop! Watersplash!
Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice
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.
Around existence twine, (Oh, bridge that hangs across the gorge!) ropes of twisted vine.
Old pond, frog jumps in - plop.
The journey itself is my home.