Issho ku ichinichi raku

Even if your wole life is pain

There is just the only enjoyable day

Nantenbo's last calligraphy

Just before he vanished into nothingness,

After a long life of shouts and wonders and whispers,

the big mountain-like Nantenbo

picked up willows, bushes and women' s graceful shapes;

he held the dear memory of the pregnant moon,

the blazing sun

and evererything else

Just before he went throught the gateless gate

In dark ink, 

the whole sky 

and nothing

else,

and emptiness

wrote...

Koyasan,yesterday

two clouds

meandering

in suchness

In Koyasan now

endless retreat

the stone carved Buddha

cannot even complain

who is moving the brush?

For Buddha Harry

Only ignorant non monks may say: Sawaki is moving the brush.

No brush, no Sawaki. Just the endless activity of suchness.

As your eyes meets the kakejiku, it comes to life and light.

As your eyes meet the paper, they move the original brush.

You sit and everything sits with you.

What is real? We haven't the faintest idea. In "no idea" is reality.

No big deal. No monk or non monk.

What is the religion of trees? the prayer of twigs? 

Water jumps in frogs, stone women make love at dawn,

your eye, Shobogenzo, turns the whole universe  like a flower.

one sitting, the whole world

Kumo atte bozan senshu no tai

Tori naite shunjyu senshu no koe

Clouds gather and the twilight mountain shows 1000 kinds of figures.

If a bird twitters, spring trees will play 100 kinds of sound.

one taste

The Blue mountain is not disturbed by white clouds