Ballet in the air... Twin butterflies until, twice white They Meet, they mate

Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.

Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.

There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores

Learn about a pine tree from a pine tree, and about a bamboo plant from a bamboo plant.

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.

No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.