Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.
Felling a tree and gazing at the cut end - tonight's moon
the universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.
The old pond, ah! A frog jumps in: The water's sound.