In spring, blossoms bloom; in autumn, the moon shines. Summer brings cool breezes; winter, falling snow. When the heart is free from worries, every day is a good day. This is not a profound teaching—it is simply the Way of an ordinary mind.
A monk climbing a mountain once grabbed a thorny vine and cut his hand. The master said: “Thorns cling to others by nature. By clinging to them, you hurt yourself. Do not rely on those who cannot be relied upon.”
Rich or poor, idle or busy—everyone suffers. Suffering is not outside us; it arises from impatience. If we see hardship as a forge for the soul, pain becomes less.
A seeker asked: “A wild goose flies across the sky, its shadow sinks into the cold water. The goose leaves no trace; the water holds no image. Is this Zen?” The master replied: “Reeds like snow on both banks; the river stretches into one autumn sky.” No need to ask. No need to answer. Nature speaks for itself.
Plant vegetables in the field, and weeds will not grow. Nurture goodness in the heart, and evil will not arise. In dealing with others, help them flourish. Cultivate the virtue of tolerance. One kind thought—and this moment becomes the finest season of all.