Time Is Three Eyes And Eight Elbows.

In A Mind Clear As Still Water, Even The Waves, Breaking, Are Reflecting Its Light.

Consider That Nirvana Is Itself No Other Than Our Life.

A Flower Falls, Even Though We Love It; And A Weed Grows, Even Though We Do Not Love It.

Emptiness Is Bound To Bloom, Like Hundreds Of Grasses Blossoming.

An Ancient Buddha Said, “mountains Are Mountains; Waters Are Waters.” These Words Do Not Mean Mountains Are Mountains; They Mean Mountains Are Mountains.