He walked the blade of a sword;
He stepped on the ice of a frozen river;
He entered…

The hub of buddhas’ activity,the turning of the ancestors’ hub, is known free of forms, illuminated…

Autumn chill –tea bowl’s roundnesswrapped in my hands

Plants, trees, bamboo- they flourish here, but moving creatures too abound, flying, swimming, running, leaping. You…

Wind buffets and blows autumn rain. Water cascading thin across rocks, waves lash at each other.…

I entrust my swift steps to lead me wherever they might My body is like a…

A bird in a secluded grove sings like a flute. Willows sway gracefully with their golden…