But you now, you wear your soul on your sleeve, exhausting your energy, propping yourself up on a tree, mumbling, or bent over your desk, asleep. Heaven gives you a form and you wear it out by pointless argument.

Horses have hoofs to carry them over frost and snow; hair, to protect them from wind and cold. They eat grass and drink water, and fling up their heels.... Such is the real nature of horses.

The enlightened attention rejects nothing nor welcomes anything-like a mirror it responds equally to all.

Only the intelligent knows how to identify all things as one. . . . When one is at ease with himself, one is near Tao. This is to let Nature take its own course.

He who regards all things as one is a companion of Nature.

When people do not ignore what they should ignore, but ignore what they should not ignore, this is known as ignorance.

The creature born is the creature dying.