Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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.
Traveler's heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.
On a bare branch a crow is perched - autumn evening
Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice... Or backyard love?