Haiku

The sea at springtime.
All day it rises and falls,
yes, rises and falls.

The world of dew
is the world of dew,
And yet, and yet...

Zazen on the mountain

The birds have vanished down the sky.
Now the last cloud drains away.

We sit together, the mountain and me,
Until only the mountain remains

The moon does not think to be reflected, nor does the water think to reflect, in the Hirosawa Pond.