In the Temple Garden, nature invites me to leave behind the bustling world and immerse myself in the simplicity of just being. A walk in the garden is where my senses come alive, and the essence of life unfolds before me.

Living in the tranquility of a Zen Temple, enveloped by the vibrant life of the Temple garden, I am deeply moved by the perpetual cycles of the natural world. From the delicate emergence of a new leaf to the solemn decay of fallen wood, nature's symphony of birth and death, light and dark, is a constant source of inspiration for my art.

One morning at the Temple, I ventured out into the garden before dawn, drawn by something beyond sleep. Hovering near the horizon, the moon bathed the garden pond in a gentle glow.

As the thaw of winter gives way to the vibrant emergence of spring, my senses are greeted with a renewed palette of sounds that act as reminders of the present moment.

In traditional Zen practice, the Enso—a hand-drawn circle using ink and brush—has long been revered not only as a form of artistic expression but as a profound teaching within itself.

In the early morning light, as the soft hues of dawn break, the world seems to pause momentarily, reminding me of the silent dance of time.

In the heart of February, I embarked on a day hike that was less about conquering the heights of an ice and snow-covered mountain and more about embracing the profound teachings of impermanence.

In the heart of February, I embarked on a day hike that was less about conquering the heights of an ice and snow-covered mountain and more about embracing the profound teachings of impermanence.

Standing by a window in the Zen Temple on this snowy day, I am struck by the profound stillness…