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The world is shining fresh and new

  
In the beginning all is pure, there is no dust, There one may witness the varying rise and fall of being. One is no longer led astray by passing illusions of the world and one no longer requires practice. The streams flow blue, the mountains rise green. One sits with oneself and gazes upon the change of things.

"Inside his hut the drover sits and sees no things out there. The river flows unbounded, as it flows. The flower blossoms red, as it blossoms. Red flowers blossom in delightful disarray"

The ox and his drover
Zen story from China

 Chabana: Teeblumen

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hana wa
nô no hana
yo ni ike
Arrange the flowers as the grow in the fields.

Sen no Rikyû

When we were not yet awakened, the hill was only a hill and the river was only a river.
However when we awakened but once through the practice, the hill was no hill and the river was no a river.
As we proceed and reach the base and the origin, then the hill is indeed a hill and the river is indeed a river.

The ultimate Awakening is as the Not-Yet-Awakening.

Zen-Master D. R. Ohtsu