“Look at the cherry blossoms!Their color and scent fall with them,Are gone forever,Yet mindlessThe spring comes again.”

“Like vanishing dew,a passing apparitionor the sudden flashof lightning -- already gone --thus should one regard one's self.”

“clouds very high looknot one word helped them get up there”

“don't hesitate get laid that's wisdomsitting around chanting what crap”

“Watching my four year old daughter dance I cannot break free of her.”

“Studying texts and stiff meditation can make you lose your Original Mind.A solitary tune by a fisherman, though, can be an invaluable treasure.Dusk rain on the river, the moon peeking in and out of the clouds;Elegant beyond words, he chants his songs night after night.”

“sick of it whatever it's called sick of the namesI dedicate every pore to what's here”