“Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.”

I felt quite at home, / As if it were mine sleeping lazily / In this house of fresh air.

Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.

When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.

Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die.

Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.

From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo.

The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, “I shall be unhappy without loneliness,” shows that he made loneliness his master.

Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.

Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing.

Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.

When your consciousness has become ripe in true zazen-pure like clear water, like a serene mountain lake, not moved by any wind-then anything may serve as a medium for realization.

Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.

Fresh spring! / The world is only Nine days old – / These fields and mountains!

Collecting all The rains of May The swift Mogami River.

Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.

I’m a polygamist. I can afford to have as many wives as I can afford to have. All Africans believe in it. My dad has four wives.

I have always said I was Bob Marley reincarnated.

Be your own leader, be your own self, step out of my shadows and be your own person.

I think people have a misconception of me, period. My life has been a whirlwind sometimes, but it’s different to what people think. I definitely feel like there’s a misconception about me and who I am.

Disfranchisement is the deliberate theft and robbery of the only protection of poor against rich and black against white.

In Harlem, I got all my black friends. But when I go downtown, I got black, white, Asian, Indian friends. There’s no borders, no barriers.

If you’re white and you’re rich in the USA, if you get busted for drugs, you get a good attorney, and you in all likelihood serve no time. But if you’re poor, black, Hispanic, or poor and white for that matter, you can get put in jail.

I’m not a gangster, bro.