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.
Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.
On a bare branch a crow is perched - autumn evening
Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.
Operating superficially, the mind is random in its activity and stale in its insights and images. However, with practice and experience the mind is freed from the skull, and the fresh and new can appear as though for the first time. It