So polish your will until it is transparent. Then look through it. What you see is already yours.
By Etuzan Jakusui (paraphrased)
I have written before: “To wish is to command the unseen.” But few understand the price of a true command. For every seed planted in the soil of the spirit, a shadow grows beneath it—the shadow of your former self. That shadow will scream. It will offer you comfort, doubt, and the sweet poison of “tomorrow.” This is the ketsumatsu , the culmination, which is not merely an ending but a harvest . -Etuzan Jakusui- Onozomi no Ketsumatsu
The first is the fulfillment of the form —wealth, love, victory. This is the outer blossom. Sweet, fragrant, but fleeting as morning dew. Most men stop here. They taste the fruit and declare themselves sages. So polish your will until it is transparent
But beware: The culmination comes in two forms. By Etuzan Jakusui (paraphrased) I have written before:
A student once asked me: “Master, I desire to be fearless. How long until my culmination?”
Do not mistake desire for the whim of a child. The true onozomi is not born from the tongue or the fleeting heart; it rises from the hara —the belly—where the breath meets the bones of the earth. It is silent. It does not shout. It simply is , like the root of a pine gripping the cliff.