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The earth grates at my feet When I land alone and without destination Between the moon's bewitchment And this monsterous plate of snow The void blackened by cold Fronts hollow against my brow ...the musicians died with sheetlike faces infants came into a pale watercoloured world of mist... A pointed blue phosphorescence Integrates the wind thick and fast Busily floating up and sinking down Stitching up a blanket of snow ...ah, a black parade of acacia... I have been under no illusion thus far I have failed to live up to myself This road that I have taken tonight Is not the proper path It will benefit no one Yet I am helpless to find another way ...trace of the thinnest white fissure in a crystal sky of subdued lustre... The snow makes it all more desolate than an ocean With its incessant flickering.

Miyazawa Kenji, DEPARTURE TO A DIFFERENT ROAD, 1925.

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Black Rebel Motorcycle Club - Last Chance For Love

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All of you who have come to this mountain! Do not forget that you are here for the sake of the Way, not for the sake of clothing and food. If you have shoulders, you will not lack clothes; if you have a mouth, you will not lack food. Direct yourselves, throughout all hours of the day, to knowing the unknowable. From start to finish, investigate all things in detail. Time flies like an arrow so be careful not to waste your energy on trivial matters. Be attentive! Be attentive! After this old monk completes his pilgrimage, some of you may preside over grand temples and magnificent buildings and huge libraries adorned with gold and silver, and have many ardent followers. Others may devote themselves to sutra study, esoteric chants, continual meditation, and strict observation of the precepts. Whatever the course of action, if one's mind is not set on the marvelous, untransmittable Way of the Buddhas and Patriarchs, causality is negated and the teachings collapse. The one who tends to their own affairs and clarifies their own nature, even though they may be residing in the country, subsisting on wild vegetables, and living in a thatched hut, encounters my tradition daily and receives my teaching with gratitude. Who can take this lightly? Work harder! Work harder!

Daito Kokushi, FINAL ADMONITIONS, 1336.

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