To Study Buddhism Is To Study Ourselves.

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

What Is Reality? An Icicle Forming In Fire.

There Are Those Who, Attracted By Grass, Flowers, Mountains, And Waters, Flow Into The Buddha Way.

Time Is Three Eyes And Eight Elbows.

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