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.
Ballet in the air... Twin butterflies until, twice white They Meet, they mate
Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice
Clapping my hands with the echoes the summer moon begins to dawn.
Learn how to listen as things speak for themselves.
Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.