Zen thoughts for today and almost today-

Empty-handed I entered the world.
Barefoot I leave it.
My coming, my going –
Two simple happenings
That got entangled.
– Kozan Ichikyo’s death poem.


The birth of a man is the birth of his sorrow.
The longer he lives the more stupid he becomes, because his anxiety to avoid unavoidable death becomes more and more acute! What bitterness!
He lives for what is always out of reach. His thirst for survival in the future makes him incapable of living in the present.

Wow, Zen thoughts got a little dark.

Everything means nothing…. And nothing means everything.

If you don’t let it out it’ll kill you that much faster on the inside.