The birds have vanished down the sky. Now the last cloud drains away. We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.
Study the way like boring wood to make fire. When smoke arises do not stop. Just wait until the golden star appears. Returning home is arriving at your destination.
Although the wind blows terribly here, the moonlight also leaks between the roof planks of this ruined house.
Speaking too much degrades virtue, No words are truly effective; Even though the great ocean should change, It can never be communicated to you.
May I be loving, open, and aware in this moment; If I cannot be loving, open, and aware in this moment, may I be kind; If I cannot be kind, may I be nonjudgmental; If I cannot be nonjudgmental, may I not cause harm; If I cannot not cause harm, may I cause the least […]
Who doesn’t know how doubt lifts the hem of its nightgown to reveal another inch of thigh before the face of faith? I once didn’t. I once thought I was my own geometry, my own geocentric planet spinning like a ballerina, alone at the center of the universe, at the command of a god opening […]
The family style is pure white, like plum blossoms, snow, and the moon. At the time of flowering, fortunately there is a way to protect the body. The clouds are bright, the water is delightful, and our effort is totally perfect. Without realizing it, our entire body enters the emperor’s capital.
Many paths lead from The foot of the mountain But at the peak We all gaze at the Single bright moon
On ancient rocks are ancient tracks below high cliffs there’s a clearing always bright when the bright moon shines no need to ask if it’s east or west
The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued.