Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo
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.
Come, butterfly It's late- We've miles to go together.