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

Though it has no thought of keeping watch, it's not for naught that the scarecrow stands in the grain field.

But do not ask me where I am going, As I travel in this limitless world, Where every step I take is my home.

There are mountains hidden in mountains. There are mountains hidden in hiddenness. This is complete understanding.

One must be deeply aware of the impermanence of the world.

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

People like what is not true and they don't like what is true.