5 Quotes by Peter Levitt

In the midst of a thousand clouds and countless watersthere is an idle person.By day, he roams the green mountains,at night, he returns to sleep beneath the cliff.Quickly, the seasons passin serenity, with no worldly bonds.How joyful! What does he depend upon?Quiet, like a large autumn river.

Beneath the moon, chilly winds blow through the pinesas wisps of clouds arise.So many mountain ridges layer into each otherfor miles around!The valley stream is quiet and clear --I'm not done with this boundless joy.

Before falling to the scythe the weeds enjoy a little breeze.

It’s easy to die. Just give your breath back to the trees and the wind.

Watermelons and Zen students grow pretty much the same way. Long periods of sitting till they ripen and grow all juicy inside, but when you knock them on the head to see if they’re ready sounds like nothing’s going on.