‘When will you ever stop competing? Before you realize, the scenery of spring had turned to autumn. The leaves fall, the geese migrate, the frost gradually grows colder. Clothed and shod, what more do you seek?’ (Quoted in Zen Essence)
‘When will you ever stop competing? Before you realize, the scenery of spring had turned to autumn. The leaves fall, the geese migrate, the frost gradually grows colder. Clothed and shod, what more do you seek?’ (Quoted in Zen Essence)
