Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.

How much I desire! Inside my little satchel, the moon, and flowers

From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo

Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.

Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?

Operating superficially, the mind is random in its activity and stale in its insights and images. However, with practice and experience the mind is freed from the skull, and the fresh and new can appear as though for the first time. It

Make the universe your companion, always bearing in mind the true nature of things-mountains and rivers, trees and grasses, and humanity-and enjoy the falling blossoms and the scattering leaves.