Seeing the point
Sitting quietly doing nothing
Spring comes, and the grass
Grows by itself.
The wild geese do not intend
To reflect their images;
The water has no mind to receive them.
An old pine preaches wisdom,
A wild bird is crying the truth.
When the wild bird cries
It’s melody from the rooftops,
It’s vice carries the voice of God.
When the mountain flowers are in bloom,
Their full meaning cones with their scent.