The whole day of words is wordless. I rest.
To be quick, I must be quiet.
Phone calls are answered. A friend offers tea. The stairs lead up and down, but one by one, nowhere. Thus I go.


A monk asked Ummon, « What is speech that transcends the buddhas and goes beyond the patriarchs? »
Ummon replied, « Farm rice cake. »
Shoyoroku (The Book of Serenity), Case 78