Above the treeline
waves break into open sky
le soleil repose sa tête
rien est caché.
After long eons
the sun rests her weary gaze
nothing is hidden.
Dogen: What is practice?
Tenzo: One, two, three, four, five.
Dogen (scratching his head): What is practice?
Tenzo: Everywhere, nothing is hidden.
— Tenzokyokun (‘Instructions for the Zen Cook’)