Today, recalling stories from the old days which were only some years ago; yet it feels like endlessly distant. Joyful days passed so quickly! Twenty years gone! There wasn’t even the chance to celebrate the twenty-fifth anniversary before everyone had drifted away. Fall is coming, then spring, then autumn again. And now, only two yellow leaves remain, lonely and thinly clinging to the branch.

Aber wann denke ich denn nicht an unseren Meister? Ein gelbes Blatt fällt runter. Auf dem letzten Gemälde ist lediglich eine purpurrote Salablüte zu sehen, die herabfällt. Oder ein einzelnes, gelbes, trockenes Blatt, das von einem Zweig gefallen ist und im Garten verstreut liegt.

In conclusion, a sudden breakthrough or realization must occur at least once, or even multiple times, along the path of practice for one to truly enter the Chan house. Only then can one walk forward freely, no longer encountering obstacles within the mind. If one has not yet realized the original mind, one is still standing outside the gate... Once the latter is clearly realized, the former naturally fades away.

Mùa tưởng niệm Thầy, lúc nào lại không là mùa tưởng niệm Thầy? Một chiếc lá vàng rơi. Bức tranh cuối cùng này chỉ có một đóa hoa sala đỏ thắm rơi hay một chiếc lá vàng khô, lìa cành, rơi rụng trong vườn.