Fifty-four years lighting up the sky.
A quivering leap smashes a billion worlds. Hah!
Entire body looks for nothing.
Living, I plunge into the yellow springs.
Transmission outside Scripture
On this wind-swept shore
waves batter ceaselessly –
but on the high rocks of the dharma
not even the clinging oysters
can leave a mark.
From the Tenzo Kyokun
Two-thirds of one’s days having swiftly passed,
Not a single aspect of the spirit dais has been polished;
Craving life, day after day goes by in distress;
If one does not turn one’s head when called, what can be done?