A monk came to say good bye to Ch'an master Niaowo (Bird's Nest). He said:
-Thank you, Sir, for everything you've done for me. Now I got to go.
-Where will you go?
-Any place where I can learn Buddha dharmas.
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.