Clearly I Know, The Mind Is Mountains,

A Flower Falls, Even Though We Love It; And A Weed Grows, Even Though We Do Not Love It.

Yet, Though It Is Like This, Simply, Flowers Fall Amid Our Longing And Weeds Spring Up Amid Our Antipathy.

The Zazen I Speak Of Is Not Learning Meditation. It Is Simply The Dharma Gate Of Repose And Bliss, The Practice-realization Of Totally Culminated Enlightenment. It Is The Manifestation Of Ultimate Reality. Traps And Snares Can Never Reach It. Once Its Heart Is Grasped, You Are Like The Dragon When He Gains The Water, Like The Tiger When She Enters The Mountain. For You Must Know That Just There (in Zazen) The Right Dharma Is Manifesting Itself And That, From The First, Dullness And Distraction Are Struck Aside.

Studying The Buddha Way Is Studying Oneself. Studying Oneself Is Forgetting Oneself. Forgetting Oneself Is Being Enlightened By All Things. Being Enlightened By All Things Is To Shed The Body-mind Of Oneself, And Those Of Others. No Trace Of Enlightenment Remains, And This Traceless Enlightenment Continues Endlessly.

To Study The Way Is To Study The Self. To Study The Self Is To Forget The Self.