The nightingale singing among the flowers warble Marvelous Law; all the birds that soar in the sky and even the frogs croaking in the water never cease chanting the Dharma.

The clang of the evening bell echoes impermanence of everything, and the sound of the bell at daybreak reverberates with the message of appearance and disappearance of all elements.

Flower petals flying and leaves falling before the wind disclose the perpetual changeability of karmic fortunes. There is not a single thing that does not embody the Dharma.