Sitting quietly, doing nothing,
Spring comes, and the grass grows by itself.
The blue mountains are of themselves blue mountains;
The white clouds are of themselves white clouds.
An eternity of endless space:
A day of wind and moon.
Heaven and earth, and I, of the same root,
The ten-thousand things, and I, of one substance.
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