When you get to the top of the mountain, keep climbing.
First, forget what time it is for an hour.
Do it regularly every day.
Then forget what day of the week it is,
and do this regularly in company for a week.
Then forget what country you are in,
and practice doing it in company for a week,
and then do them together for a week
with as few breaks as possible.
Follow these by forgetting how to add
or to subtract.
It makes no difference.
You can change them around after a week.
Both will later help you to forget how to count.
Forget how to count,
starting with your own age,
starting with how to count backwards,
starting with even numbers,
with roman numerals,
starting with fractions,
with the old calendar,
going on to the alphabet,
forgetting it all until everything
is continuous and whole again.”
from Whiskey River
In the still night by the vacant window,
wrapped in monk’s robe I sit in meditation,
navel and nostrils lined up straight,
ears paired to the slope of shoulders.
Window whiten—the moon comes up;
rain’s stopped, but drops go on dripping.
Wonderful—the mood of this moment— distant, vast known to me only!
Mikio Watanabe, “NOSTALGIA: Beautiful Woman,” Art Mezzotint
“I am absolutely convinced that at the heart of all things existing in this world, there is something very simple and pure which goes beyond the complexity of appearances” - Mikio Watanabe (quote found at the source)
See the detailed photo at yama-bato.