One day when P'ang layman (740-808)was selling bamboo baskets at the market place of Hung-chou. Seeing a monk begging alms, he took out a cash and said:
-Can you tell me how to appreciate alms?
The monk had nothing to say.
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.
Reply from cinchona
Sorry to quote words that are not mine, but i know nothing.
This i love
"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset."