One of the greatest pleasures of Sunday mornings is the unhurried approach to the day. No deadlines to…
Tenzen was my friend. He was a Zen Master monk.
Last night under vast boughs ofvelvet heavenwe sat by an ancient pond — two Zen frogs squaring off witnessed only by a…
In this momentwe are a vigorous downpour,the rhythmic patter on tin-roof veranda…
On top of five leavesa beautiful flower growsthe rhododendron.