The water’s breath mingles with reflected mountains;
Autumn has come to the vast sky.
It's a joy to see temples hidden deep in the forest,
Regret the broken silence when
My boat moves from the shore.
Sparse reeds are snapping,
Though it isn’t cold yet;
A rainbow’s fragment arches in the setting sun.
Which way now to my little hut?
The fisherman’s songs bring thoughts of home.
~ Lin Pu (967-1028)
i ponder the significance of numbers
and i see none
In the realm of True Purity, there is no such thing as “I” or “He” or “She,” nor can “friend” or “foe” be found there.
But the slightest confusion of mind brings innumerable differences and complications.
Peace and disorder in the world, the distinction between friend and foe in human relationships,
follow upon one another as illusion begets delusion.
A person of spiritual insight will immediately recognize what is wrong and before long rid themselves of such an illusion.
~ Muso Kokushi (1275-1351)