Coming, Going, The Waterbirds, Don't Leave A

In A Snowfall That Covers The Winter Grass A White Heron Uses His Own Whiteness To Disappear.

Yet You Must Not Cling To The Words Of The Old Sages Either; They, Too, May Not Be Right. Even If You Believe Them, You Should Be Alert So That, In The Event That Something Superior Comes Along, You May Follow That.

We Must Always Be Disturbed By The Truth.

In The Stream, Rushing Past To The Dusty World, My Fleeting Form Casts No Reflection.

Zazen Is The Ultimate Practice. This Is Indeed The True Self. The Buddhadharma Is Not To Be Sought Outside Of This.