Mountain-rose petals Falling, falling, falling now... Waterfall music
Along my journey / through this transitory world, / new year's housecleaning.
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.
When I speak My lips feel cold - The autumn wind.
A flute with no holes is not a flute.
I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.