
Sōgi bows before Ikkyū. “Master Dōken rebuked me this morning,” he says. “What did you do this time?” replies Ikkyū.
Sōgi bows before Ikkyū. “Master Dōken rebuked me this morning,” he says. “What did you do this time?” replies Ikkyū.
“Output is finite,” says Sōgi. “Input is eternal.” Sōgi sits at a small table. Before him are several papers covered in numbers, formulas, scraps of text, and … well, doodles. “What’s all this?” […]
How can a thing be both path and obstacle at once? The poet Sōgi said to Master Ikkyū, “I am vexed by the koan of the tree falling in the forest. It […]
We must be prepared to laugh with the universe at the banality of our own immolation. Full moon. Snowfield, vast beneath the mountain: to understand the truth of people, study their contradictions. […]