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.
Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice... Or backyard love?
Come, see the true flowers of this pained world.
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon