haiku

an old pond:
a frog jumps in -
the sound of water

basho

the human route

Coming empty-handed, going empty-handed -- that is human.
When you are born, where do you come from?
When you die, where do you go?
Life is like a floating cloud which appears.
Death is like a floating cloud which disappears.
The floating cloud itself originally does not exist.
Life and death, coming and going, are also like this.
But there is one thing which always remains clear.
It is pure and clear, not dependent on life and death.
Then what is the one pure and clear thing?

Zen Master Seung Sahn