One glance at the morning star, and the snow got even whiter. The look in his eye chills hair and bones. If earth itself hadn’t experienced this instant, Old Shakyamuni never would have appeared.

Perception of a dharma, perception of no dharma Hands open then they close Floating clouds reveal blue sky For a thousand miles heaven looks the same

Poetry Takes you to the bottom Of the heart; Zen Knocks the bottom Out.   (Djinn had this on her wall in Belfast, and said she had it from Blanche.)

Before the birth of mother and father, One solid circle; Even Shakyamuni didn’t understand it – How could Kasyapa transmit it? (quoted in the Book of Serenity)

Traveler’s longing – I place my palm on the ground autumn wind

My mind is like the autumn moon Shining clean and clear in the green pool. No, that’s not a good comparison. Tell me, how shall I explain?