The years of a lifetime are a flash of lightning; who clings to objects? They are empty through and through. Even if you care for the nose hung in front of your face, still be careful and value every moment to work on enlightenment.
This is a statement for people in meditation; what about a statement for the seasoned adept on the mountain?
The autumn colors of the thousand peaks
are dyed with seasonal rain;
How could the hard rock on the mountainÂ
follow along with the wind?
Eihei Koroku
from Universal Book of Eternal Peace