The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
A flute with no holes is not a flute.
I am one who eats breakfast gazing at morning glories.
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
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
Don't imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.