The tree is stripped, All color, fragrance gone, Yet already on the bough, Uncaring spring! — Ikkyu Copy Share Image
Break open the cherry tree: where are the blossoms? Just wait for spring time to see how they bloom. — Ikkyu Copy Share Image
“don't wait for the man standing in the snow to cut off his arm help him now” — Ikkyu Copy Share Image
Look at the cherry blossoms! Their color and scent fall with them, Are gone forever, Yet mindless The spring comes again. — Ikkyu Copy Share Image
From the world of passions returning to the world of passions: There is a moment's pause. If it rains, let it rain, if the… — Ikkyu Copy Share Image
Like vanishing dew, a passing apparition or the sudden flash of lightning -- already gone -- thus should one regard one's self. — Ikkyu Copy Share Image
My real dwelling Has no pillars And no roof either So rain cannot soak it And wind cannot blow it down. — Ikkyu Copy Share Image
“Studying texts and stiff meditation can make you lose your Original Mind. A solitary tune by a fisherman, though, can be an invaluable treasure.… — Ikkyu Copy Share Image
The tree is stripped, All color, fragrance gone, Yet already on the bough, Uncaring spring! — Ikkyu Copy Share Image
“it isn't that we're alone or not alone whose voice do you want mine? yours?” — Ikkyu Copy Share Image
