Winter Solitude- In A World Of One

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.

Now The Swinging Bridge Is Quieted With Creepers ... Like Our Tendrilled Life.

Every Day Is A Journey, And The Journey Itself Is Home.

The Universe And Its Beings Are A Complementarity Of Empty Infinity, Intimate Interrelationships, And Total Uniqueness Of Each And Every Being.

Plunge Deep Enough In Order To See Something That Is Hidden And Glimmering.