A monk asked Hua-yen, "How does an enlightened person return to the world of delusion?" The master replied, "A broken mirror never reflects again, and the fallen flowers never go back to the old branches."
GENRO: To illustrate this story, I shall quote an old Chinese poem:
Look! The evening glow brings up
The stone wall on the lake.
A curling cloud returns to the woods
And swallows the whole village.
As I sweep up the shards of a broken mirror,
I feel a dry gingko leaf touch my hair.
Deep in the nights I am nobody at all,
but by dawn's pale light I know my name again.