The Oak Tree: Not Interested In Cherry

I Am One Who Eats Breakfast Gazing At Morning Glories.

The Old Pond, Ah! A Frog Jumps In: The Water's Sound.

Why So Scrawny, Cat? Starving For Fat Fish Or Mice... Or Backyard Love?

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.

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