Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
Don't imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.
Even in Kyoto/Hearing the cuckoo's cry/I long for Kyoto
Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.
The sea darkens And a wild duck s call Is faintly white.
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.