Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
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.
Along my journey / through this transitory world, / new year's housecleaning.