Directly Transmitting the Hannya-Essence Dharma of Zen in an Eccentric, Idiosyncratic & Unsettling Way
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Fudoshin
Stacking up firewood in cold shade under the eaves
as birds sing crazily in the big pine.
Cherry blossoms flying on the spring breeze!
The pure sound of water penetrates everywhere.
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