Those Who Practice Know Whether Realization Is

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

I Asked, "what Are Words?" The Tenzo Said, "one, Two, Three, Four, Five." I Asked Again, "what Is Practice?" "nothing In The Entire Universe Is Hidden."

When A Buddha Is Painted, Not Only A Clay Altar Or Lump Of Earth Is Used, But The Thirty-two Marks, A Blade Of Grass, And The Cultivation Of Wisdom For Incalculable Eons Are Used. As A Buddha Has Been Painted On A Single Scroll In This Way, All Buddhas Are Painted Buddhas, And All Painted Buddhas Are Actual Buddhas.

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.

To Study The Way Is To Study The Self. To Study The Self Is To Forget The Self. To Forget The Self Is To Be Enlightened By All Things Of The Universe. To Be Enlightened By All Things Of The Universe Is To Cast Off The Body And Mind Of The Self As Well As Those Of Others. Even The Traces Of Enlightenment Are Wiped Out, And Life With Traceless Enlightenment Goes On Forever And Ever