Every Moment Of Life Is The Last,

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

On A Bare Branch A Crow Is Perched - Autumn Evening

Calm And Serene The Sound Of A Cicada Penetrates The Rock.

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.

Traveler's Heart. Never Settled Long In One Place. Like A Portable Fire.