一花一世界，一木一菩提
传统的佛学经典语论中，被世人熟知的有这样一句：“一花一世界 一叶一菩提”。这个句子来自18世纪，英国伟大的浪漫主义诗人布莱克，一首名为《天真的暗示》的英文诗。这首诗本不是布莱克的代表作，在国外很少被人提及。但是经由弘一法师翻译后，禅韵十足，为国人所称赞。
这句偈语展示的是佛教的一个基本思想：一朵花就是一个世界，任何一棵树都可以作为悟道的菩提树。
全句所含的深层意思是说：在一件很小的东西里也可能隐藏着很大的道理，一件很平凡的事情里也会隐藏着大智慧。
时间永远是最可贵又最可怕的东西，关键在于我们的态度。
一沙一世界，
一花一天堂。
双手握无限，
刹那是永恒。
一沙一世界，
一花一天堂，
一树一菩提，
一叶一如来。
天真的预言，
参悟千年的偈语。
- 文学式解答 树叶间容纳宇宙，花瓣里别有洞天，果然是一花一世界，一叶一如来！非亲临其境，道不得此语! (了悟子注)
- 科学式解答 佛教认为一粒沙可见三千大世界，现在科学叫做宇宙全息论；佛教认为人可以修出百千万化身，科技现在可以有初级的所谓“克窿人”；最有趣的是科学对物的最基本组成物质的认识，曾经认为它是原子，后来又认为是粒子，再后来又认为是质子等等，事实上等于是说现在最前端的认识也是不彻底的，而佛教早在两千多年前，乃至更早的无量光年前就认为“万物无自性、无本质”！一个字——空，说明了一切的根本。佛教和科学殊路而同向，揭示事物的本相！
- 南怀瑾师 “华严经”的重点是讲“一真法界”，处处皆是佛，一切众生人人皆是佛，“一花一世界，一叶一如来”。。。所有的佛经，乃至所有的宗教，看人生都是悲观的，认为人生是痛苦的，要求解脱；都认为这个世界是缺陷的、悲惨的。唯有“华严经”所讲的，认为这个世界无所谓缺陷，即使是缺陷，也是美的；这个世界是至真、至善、至美；是一真法界，万法自如，处处成佛，时时成道。这也就是所谓的华严境界。
- 《俗语佛源》 〔花花世界〕佛教关于“世界”的说法很多。如《华业经》说：“佛土生五色茎，一花一世界，一叶一如来，”又《梵网经》卷上谓：卢舍那佛坐千叶大莲花中，化出千尊释迦佛，各居千叶世界中，其中每一叶世界的释迦释迦佛，又化出百亿释迦佛，坐菩担树。生俗语花花世界源于此。花花世界源于此。花花世界一般形容繁华之地，尘世间。如俗语花花之界源于此。花花之界一般形容繁华之地，尘世间。如《说岳全传》第十五回：“每想中原花花世界，一心要夺取宋室江山。”又《何典》第一回：“中界便是今日大众所住的花花世界。”（李明权）
就是以微知著的意思 ，“审堂下之阴，可知日月之行”，万物所蕴含的道理是一样的，只要了解并掌握这些道理，就可以从局部了解到整体，从细微推断出广大。
捻花一笑
释迦牟尼有一日给门下众弟子讲法，结果他半天没有说话，只是手中捏着一朵花，对着大家转一圈，好像暗示大家看一看这朵花的样子，一句话也没有讲，下面的弟子，谁也不懂老师这一个动作是什么意思。所以这个动作叫做“拈花”，就是释迦拈花。这时释迦牟尼的大弟子迦叶尊者，突然笑了出来。当然他的笑也很含蓄，只是破颜微笑。南大师曾经解释什么叫做破颜。他说：“因为宗教的教育集团，上来都规规矩矩、鸦雀无声，大家神态都很严肃。可是在这严肃的气氛中，迦叶尊者忍不住了，于是噗嗤一笑，这就叫作破颜，打破了那个严肃的容颜，但是不敢大笑，因为宗教性团体的戒律，等于说管理制度，非常严肃。他破颜以后，没有大笑，只是微笑。那么两人的动作联合起来，就叫做拈花微笑。”
然后释迦牟尼他老人家发话了，说的很深奥：“吾有正法眼藏，涅盘妙心，实相无相，微妙法门，不立文字，教外别传，付嘱摩诃迦叶。”大体的意思是说，最好的佛门正道就是这个，不需要什么语言文字来说来讲就直接可以悟道，现在我已经将这个正道交给大弟子迦叶了。
Auguries of Innocence
by William Blake
To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house filled with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell through all its regions.
A dog starved at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipped and armed for fight
Does the rising sun affright.
Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.
The wild deer wandering here and there
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misused breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be beloved by men.
He who the ox to wrath has moved
Shall never be by woman loved.
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.
The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the Last Judgment draweth nigh.
He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them, and thou wilt grow fat.
The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from Slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of Envy's foot.
The poison of the honey-bee
Is the artist's jealousy.
The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so:
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know
Through the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The babe is more than swaddling bands,
Throughout all these human lands;
Tools were made and born were hands,
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;
This is caught by females bright
And returned to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.
The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes Revenge! in realms of death.
The beggar's rags fluttering in air
Does to rags the heavens tear.
The soldier armed with sword and gun
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.
One mite wrung from the labourer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands,
Or if protected from on high
Does that whole nation sell and buy.
He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mocked in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.
The questioner who sits so sly
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.
When gold and gems adorn the plough
To peaceful arts shall Envy bow.
A riddle or the cricket's cry
Is to doubt a fit reply.
The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.
The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding sheet.
The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born.
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
We are led to believe a lie
When we see not through the eye
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.
God appears, and God is light
To those poor souls who dwell in night,
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.
