Nothing is hidden away. Since the beginning of time, Man’s thoughts are insignificant, like footprints in the sky.
Over, not the smallest cloth to hide the head. Below, not an inch of ground to put your foot on. Be still. Don’t fret. Spring comes, the grass grows by itself. Water before, water after, now and forever flowing, following itself.
A certain word determines the whole world. A certain sword creates peace between heaven and earth. If you can’t get it from within – where do you look for it?
If you want to find the path to the mountain top, Ask those who walk on it daily. The falling mists fly with the wild geese. In the autumn, the lakes have the same color as the sky.
If you don’t believe it, look at September, look at October. Yellow leaves fall, cover mountains and rivers. The geese do not intend to cast reflexion. The water doesn’t mean to receive it. Scoop up water with your hands, you hold the moon! When you pick a flower, your clothes also get the fragrance.
Mountains and rivers, the whole earth manifests the essence of all that exists. The voice of the rocks is from a giant. The mountains and hills, are they not purity, the body of Buddha?
On the great mystery there are no inside and out. The pathways of the birds abolish east and west. Since long time ago there are not so many roads. Those who arrived always used the same one.
Day after day the sun rises to the east and goes down west. Always ahead, to lead the rivers to their end, or Waiting motionless that white clouds shall arise.
Listen, the wind subsides, flowers continue to fall! A bird cries out, the silence in the mountains deep. If you want to save your life, the false self must die. For the first time, you have peacefully destroyed.
You hold a small leaf – a five meter long Buddha of gold.
Zens Big Disease: In the middle of the rain, you see the sun. You get water from the center of the fire. Riding your horse along a sword egg, Hiding in fire flames. A tiger with many horns, a cow without a tail.
When you fetch water, you think the mountains are moving. With sails raised, you think the rocks are on their way.
Blue hills are always blue hills. White clouds are always white clouds. The spring landscape is not high or low. Branches that bloom, grow naturally to long, some short.
In life you won’t enter the celestial circles. In death, you are not scared of the underworld. When you enter the water there isn’t a single ripple
If you meet someone who is enlightened, do not greet with words, nor with silence. If you meet you will laugh.
The forest grove, the many falling leaves. You sleep with your legs outstretched. Free from truth, free from lies.
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