Because Monks Come From The Midst Of

Something You Want Badly Enough Can Always Be Gained. No Matter How Fierce The Enemy, How Remote The Beautiful Lady, Or How Carefully Guarded The Treasure, There Is Always A Means To The Goal For The Earnest Seeker. The Unseen Help Of The Guardian Gods Of Heaven And Earth Assure Fulfillment.

When You Find Your Place Where You Are, Practice Occurs, Actualizing The Fundamental Point.

When You Walk In The Mist, You Get Wet.

Mountains And Rivers At This Very Moment Are The Actualization Of The World Of The Ancient Buddhas. Each, Abiding In Its Phenomenal Expression, Realizes Completeness.

In The Stream, Rushing Past To The Dusty World, My Fleeting Form Casts No Reflection.