Ching Ch'ing, a Chinese Ch'an master, asked a monk:
-What is the sound outside?
The monk answered:
-That is the sound of rain.
The master said:
-Sentient beings are upside down, they lose themselves in pursuit of things.
Not the dew that rests on the leaf we do not know each other but when the light shines on it it sparkle before my eye right then, just for a moment we know each other. This is a moment i remember so long ago.