But Do Not Ask Me Where I

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

The Recognition Of The Coming And Going Of Things Is A First Step In Training And Practice.

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

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

Inside The Treasury Of The Dharma Eye A Single Grain Of Dust.