a temple in kyoto, july 2026 jianyuan tapped the coffin and asked, "alive or dead?" daowu replied, "i won't say alive, i won't say dead." blue cliff record, case 55 ashes of whom laid to to rest rainwaters tomorrow's rest the time of who is gone is now travels entrusted to urns kept safe of names' erring what do they do we know

the moon and sun are eternal travelers. even the years wander on. a lifetime adrift in a boat, or in old age leading a tired horse into the years, every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home. mastuō basho / narrow road to the interior in memory of jivan west a sea stack stands there alone vastness without shore sprawling waves wash over you starlit nights illumine your face it's summer time murmur of branches music for the roots reaching far into where passingness