A Taste of Zen

Like the little stream
Making its way
Through the mossy crevices
I, too, quietly
Turn clear and transparent.
~ Ryōkan



At the ancient pond
a frog plunges into
the sound of water.
~ Basho



Aloeswood and a flame,
Green tea and a cup,
Water and the sound of a shakuhachi -
Where did I disappear to?
~ Matthew Foley