Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.
Even in Kyoto/Hearing the cuckoo's cry/I long for Kyoto
Twilight whippoorwill... Whistle on, sweet deepener Of dark loneliness
When I speak My lips feel cold - The autumn wind.
Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
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.