Neither by words nor by the patriarch;
Neither by colors nor by sound was I enlightened.
But, at midnight, when I blew out the candle
And went to bed,
Suddenly, within myself, I reached the dawn.
Profound quietude delivered me
To the transparent moonlight.
After enlightenment one understands
That the Six Classics
Contain not even a word.
- Wang Yang-ming (1472-1529)