Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.

Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.

Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.

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.

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

Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Otherwise you impose yourself on the object and you do not learn.

No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.