zen flavor

visions of grandeur are vain,
the truth we search for is to be found
in the simple things before our eyes…



The night is clear,
The moon shines calmly,
The wind in the pines
Is like a lyre’s song.
With no I and no other
Who hears the sound?

Zoso Royo


The truth is never taken
From another.
One carries it always
By oneself…

Tetto Giko

death poem

A tune of non-being
Filling the void:
Spring sun
Snow whiteness
Bright clouds
Clear wind.

Daido Ichi’i


Oh young folk —
if you fear death,
die now!
Having died once
you won’t die again.

Hakuin Ekaku