People of this world are deluded. They're always longing for something - always, in a word, seeking.
As mortals, we're ruled by conditions, not by ourselves.
People of this world are deluded. They're always longing for something, always, in a word, seeking. But the wise wake up. They choose reason over custom. They fix their minds on the sublime and let their bodies change with the seasons.
To seek is to suffer. To seek nothing is bliss.
To have a body is to suffer.
Not thinking about anything is Zen. Once you know this, walking, sitting, or lying down, everything you do is Zen.