just an answer: wash your bowl

the udambara flower [you]

although fallen from the stem
is still fragrant

just an answer: the cypress tree in the yard

life is a song [and a dance]

throw away thoughts of imaginary things

wherever we go we recreate our shells [hells]
like an insect carrying its shell on its body
we feel our shell keeps us safe
but it crushes us and others
and keeps out light and sun

open-heartedness

never give up on a person
never give up on yourself

k'an