Alone on New Year's Day
Like a snail I carry
My humble zendo with me.
It is not as small as it looks,
For the boundless sky joins it
When I open a window.
If one has no idea of limitation
He should enjoy real freedom.
A nameless monk may not have
New Year's callers to visit him,
But the morning sun hangs above the slums.
It will be honorable enough
To receive the golden light from the East.
- Nyogen Senzaki, January 1, 1946, Like a dream, like a fantasy
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