When One First Seeks The Truth, One

Practice And Enlightenment Are Not Two.

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

Realization Doesn't Destroy The Individual Any More Than The Reflection Of The Moon Breaks A Drop Of Water. A Drop Of Water Can Reflect The Whole Sky.

In The Mundane, Nothing Is Sacred. In Sacredness, Nothing Is Mundane.

Since It Is The Practice Of Enlightenment, That Practice Has No Beginning And Since It Is Enlightenment Within The Practice, That Realization Has No End.