June 11th, 2019 Light rain –the mountain forest is wrapped in mist, slowly the fog changes to clouds and haze. Along the boundless river bank, many crows. I walk to a hill overlooking the valley to sit in zazen. Ryokan (1758-1831) Send a Zen Card Brighten a Friend's Day... Join our Subscribers Receive the Daily Zen Journal Home Contact Privacy Terms Site Map © 2024 TrueBlueDesigns. All rights reserved. Zen Vows Legend of Bodhidharma