Just think of the trees: they let the birds perch and fly, with no intention to call them when they come and no longing for their return when they fly away. If people's hearts can be like the trees, they will not be off the Way.
The myriad differences resolved by sitting, All doors opened. In this still place I follow my nature, be what it may. From the one hundred flowers I wander freely, The soaring cliff- my hall of meditation
Those who awaken never rest in one place. Like swans, they rise and leave the lake. On the air they rise and fly an invisible course. Their food is knowledge. They live on emptiness. They have seen how to break free. Who can follow them?