When The Old Plum Tree Blooms, The

Mountains And Rivers At This Very Moment Are The Actualization Of The World Of The Ancient Buddhas. Each, Abiding In Its Phenomenal Expression, Realizes Completeness.

When We Discover That The Truth Is Already In Us, We Are All At Once Our Original Selves.

The True Person Is Not Anyone In Particular; But Like The Deep Blue Color Of The Limitless Sky, It Is Everyone, Everywhere In The World.

Although Its Light Is Wide And Great, The Moon Is Reflected In A Puddle One Inch Wide. The Whole Moon And The Entire Sky Is Reflected In One Dew Drop On The Grass.

Does A Dragon Still Sing From Within A Withered Tree?