A Fool Sees Himself As

In The Stream, Rushing Past To The Dusty World, My Fleeting Form Casts No Reflection.

In A Snowfall That Covers The Winter Grass A White Heron Uses His Own Whiteness To Disappear.

Because Monks Come From The Midst Of Purity, They Consider As Good And Pure What Does Not Arouse Desire Among Other People.

When The Old Plum Tree Blooms, The Entire World Blooms.

When You Find Your Place Where You Are, Practice Occurs, Actualizing The Fundamental Point.