If we seek the Buddha outside the mind, the Buddha changes into a devil.
In a mind clear as still water, even the waves, breaking, are reflecting its light.
Practice and enlightenment are not two.
Clearly I know, the mind is mountains, rivers, and the great earth; sun, moon, and stars.
I haven't got any Buddhism. I live by letting things happen.
Yet, though it is like this, simply, flowers fall amid our longing and weeds spring up amid our antipathy.