Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
Learn the rules, and then forget them.
April's air stirs in Willow-leaves...a butterfly Floats and balances
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
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.