What is the purpose of practice? Is it to gain power over the world? Is it for Full House of Gold? Is it to get drunk and lie on the lap of a beautiful woman? Sha Ling shook his head. What he cultivated was the heart, and what he cultivated was randomness, so that he could control his own life, so that he could be as elegant and free as floating clouds and idle cranes, and so that he could always hold the mirror in front of him and not be stained with dust...
Let's see how an ordinary man gets a chance, gropes his way onto the path of spiritual practice, and wanders around the mortal world at will...
(Excerpted from "My Mind is Happy")