The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
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
First snow-falling-on the half-finished bridge.
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.