Dogen Zenji (1200-1253)

Wondrous nirvana-mind
Because the flowers blooming
In our original home
Are everlasting,
Though springtimes may come and go
Their colors do not fade.
Treading along in this dreamlike, illusory realm
Treading along in this dreamlike, illusory realm,
Without looking for the traces I may have left;
A cuckoo’s song beckons me to return home;
Hearing this, I tilt my head to see
Who has told me [...]