Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is also non-Taiwan; there is no one, where is it. Among them, the meditation is deep, and it must be a wonderful. If you are comparable to the body, if you are a mirror; when you are diligent, you will make a dust.
It is even more wonderful. This second poem comes from the Master of Zen, and the middle realm is not only speaking, and it is not the mortal to comment on three words. I only have a fine experience, and I will chew it slowly, and I have a good skill.
