You're bound to become a buddha if you practice. If water drips long enough Even rocks wear through. Selected Quotations I Bitter rain soaks the pile of kindling twigs. The night so cold and still the lamp flame hardly moves.
Clouds condense and drench our stone walled hut.
Broken rushes clog the reed gate's way. The stream gurgles, a torrent in its bed. That's all we hear. In the awakened eye Mountains and rivers Completely disappear. The eye of delusion Gazes upon Deep fog and clouds.