When You Walk In The Mist, You

I Asked, "what Are Words?" The Tenzo Said, "one, Two, Three, Four, Five." I Asked Again, "what Is Practice?" "nothing In The Entire Universe Is Hidden."

When You Ride In A Boat And Watch The Shore, You Might Assume That The Shore Is Moving. But When You Keep Your Eyes Closely On The Boat, You Can See That The Boat Moves. Similarly, If You Examine Myriad Things With A Confused Body And Mind You Might Suppose That Your Mind And Nature Are Permanent. But When You Practice Intimately And Return To Where You Are, It Will Be Clear That There Is Nothing That Has Unchanging Self.

The Color Of The Mountains Is Buddha's Body; The Sound Of Running Water Is His Great Speech.

Studying The Buddha Way Is Studying Oneself. Studying Oneself Is Forgetting Oneself. Forgetting Oneself Is Being Enlightened By All Things. Being Enlightened By All Things Is To Shed The Body-mind Of Oneself, And Those Of Others. No Trace Of Enlightenment Remains, And This Traceless Enlightenment Continues Endlessly.

A Zen Master's Life Is One Continuous Mistake.