In A Snowfall That Covers

But Do Not Ask Me Where I Am Going, As I Travel In This Limitless World, Where Every Step I Take Is My Home.

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.

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

Do Not View Mountains From The Scale Of Human Thought.

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