Come Out To View / The Truth

The Desire To Break The Silence With Constant Human Noise Is, I Believe, Precisely An Avoidance Of The Sacred Terror Of That Divine Encounter.

At The Ancient Pond The Frog Plunges Into The Sound Of Water

With Every Gust Of Wind, The Butterfly Changes Its Place On The Willow.

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.

Old Pond, Frog Jumps In - Plop.