Doka Sensei

Photo credit: Aman Kyoto Boiling water sings an ode to the hearth. Fine green powder dances with chasen*. Deepest tranquility. Doka...

An autumn rain washes away the delicate spider web entangled in the heart. Threads of self-pity slowly dissipate under the monk's feet....

A raven on a bare branch calls out the cold wind. Winter is slowly approaching. Doka Sensei      光秃秃的树枝上的乌鸦 呼唤着寒风。 冬天正在慢慢来临。