The four lines recited through Buddhist sects in general and in Zen Soto in particular are generally understood are a ritual passages cast for others
« Master, I feel so helpless, the onslaught of my thoughts seem to have doubled in vigor lately.Even if I sit zazen, they totally draw me
Have you ever met what awaitsAt the very end of an exhalationDid you let the breath in unfurl its arabesquesTo the end of the ends
When the child angersWhen the child storms about and hits,The role of the father is not to counter-stormAnd to end up both smothering. It is
It had been a long time since the ticklingBehind the center of the foreheadHad not sprung up in the course of Just Sitting. Small gravel
A few nights followedNow, in front of your feet,the chasm begins to open. A few faults, a scree, and here, it presents itself to you.