Inside the sacred fence before which I bow
There must be a pond filled with clear water:
As my mind-moon becomes bright,
I see its shadow reflected in the water.
Daito Kokushi
Do you hear it? The sound of water calling. We are all drawn to the source of that sound.
Rushing, trickling, stillness, movement over moss covered rocks, swirling pools, water
lilies and cool green reflections.