One master Zen came to another:
— Who are you?
— Honjaku is my name.
— Say something more to the point!
— I shan't speak further.
— Why not?
— I don't call myself Honjaku.
There is a story that I was born.
There is a story that I had studied.
There is a story that my name is Wol.
I am a dance teacher - there is the story.
listening and telling stories.
Coming like spring,
Singing like summer,
Painting like autumn,
Standing still like winter.
Four season dancer &