Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Issho ku ichinichi raku

Even if your wole life is pain
There is just the only enjoyable day

Thursday, September 25, 2008

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

and emptiness


Saturday, September 20, 2008


two clouds
in suchness

In Koyasan now

endless retreat
the stone carved Buddha
cannot even complain

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

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.

Friday, September 12, 2008

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.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

one taste

The Blue mountain is not disturbed by white clouds