There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
Poverty's child - he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.
Go to the object. Leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Do not impose yourself on the object. Become one with the object. Plunge deep enough into the object to see something like a hidden glimmering there.
A flute with no holes is not a flute.
From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo