"You've traveled up ten thousand steps in search of the truth. So many days in the archives, copying, copying. The gravity of the Tang and the profundity of the Sung make heavy baggage. Here! I've picked you a bunch of wild flowers. Their meaning is the same but they're much easier to carry." ~ Xuyun
This is an exquisite truth:
Saints and ordinary folks are the same from the start.
Eventually there's a difference between them.
You don't borrow string when you've got a good strong rope.
Every Dharma is known in the heart.
After the rain, the mountain color intensifies.
Once you become familiar with the design of fate's illusions
Your ink slab will contain all of life and death.