In a mind clear as still water, even the waves, breaking, are reflecting its light.

Clearly I know, the mind is mountains, rivers, and the great earth; sun, moon, and stars.

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."

Do not be amazed by the true dragon.

There are those who, attracted by grass, flowers, mountains, and waters, flow into the Buddha Way.

Yet, though it is like this, simply, flowers fall amid our longing and weeds spring up amid our antipathy.

Coming, going, the waterbirds, don't leave a trace, don't follow a path.