Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.

From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo

Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Otherwise you impose yourself on the object and you do not learn.

The old pond, ah! A frog jumps in: The water's sound.

Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers' imperial dreams.

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.

Even in Kyoto/Hearing the cuckoo's cry/I long for Kyoto