I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.

When composing a verse let there not be a hair's breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swordsman leaping at a dangerous enemy.

Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.

The journey itself is my home.

Mountain-rose petals Falling, falling, falling now... Waterfall music

the universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.