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.
SITTING ON GRASS
Sitting on grass With moonlight and breeze Sipping green tea With ease and relax.
Neither self nor no-self can reach this place. Neither fear nor worry can be in this place. Neither life nor death can be in this place. Neither verbal nor non-verbal can tell this place, 'cause nothing to tell.
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