“Spring rain leaking through the roof dripping from the wasps’ nest.”

The universe and its beings are a complementarity of empty infinity, intimate interrelationships, and total uniqueness of each and every being.

The moon is brighter since the barn burned.

Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.

Summer grasses — all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams.

Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water.

Learn the rules, and then forget them.

Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Otherwise you impose yourself on the object and you do not learn.

Don’t imitate me / we are not two halves / of a muskmelon.

This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.

Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?

Awakened at midnight by the sound of the water jar cracking from the ice.

Old pond, leap-splash – a frog.

No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.

A weathered skeleton in windy fields of memory, piercing like a knife.

Every moment of life is the last, every poem is a death poem.

Come, butterfly It’s late- We’ve miles to go together.

My kitchen looks like the one from my childhood – very homey, with a little bit of Alice in Wonderland!

Righteous women in their circle of influence, beginning in the home, can turn the world around.

A house built on granite and strong foundations, not even the onslaught of pouring rain, gushing torrents and strong winds will be able to pull down.

A tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me!… Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

In his arms, I was a long-lost child, Who finally made it home.

Give us a world where half our homes are run by men and half our institutions are run by women. I’m pretty sure that would be a better world.

A truly equal world would be one where women ran half our countries and companies and men ran half our homes.

I remember the stillness of the night when I met darkness for the first time.  Whispering gently in my ear “It’s time to come home”