“Meditation is like a single log of wood. Insight and investigation are one end of the log; calm and concentration are the other end. If you lift up the whole log, both sides come up at once. Which is concentration and which is insight? Just this mind.”

Letting go a little brings a little peace. Letting go a lot brings a lot of peace. Letting go completely brings complete peace.

If it isn’t good, let it die. If it doesn’t die, make it good.

If you let go a lot you will have a lot of happiness. If you let go completely you will be free.

Whatever he taught, we should practise it. Only bowing to him is not enough. We need to renounce, give up, stop, so that we may see the Buddha.

One day some people came to the master and asked: How can you be happy in a world of such impermanence, where you cannot protect your loved ones from harm, illness or death?

Your only job is to stay in your seat. You will see it all arise and pass, and out of this, wisdom and understanding will come.

Therefore we have to train our mind. The meditation practice in Buddhism is all about training one’s own mind.

When nature finally calls, they have no idea where to go and are in a mess.

If you reflect in this way, you will have peace. Wherever you are, you will have this attitude of practice with you constantly.

When coming out of sitting, don’t think that you’re coming out of meditation, but that you are only changing postures.

You should think about your own death 3 times per day at the very least.

The ultimate truth is like the flavour of an apple which you can’t see with the eye or hear with the ear.

See the world as a mirror. It is all a reflection of the mind. When you know this, you can grow in every moment, and every experience reveals truth and brings understanding.

Just go into the room, sit in the centre of the room, open the doors and windows, and see who comes to visit.

The heart of the path is quite easy.

With even a little intuitive wisdom we will be able to see clearly the ways of the world.

All good people agree, And all good people say, All nice people, like Us, are We And every one else is They: But if you cross over the sea, Instead of over the way, You may end by (think of it!) looking on We As only a sort of They!

I could meet dreadful people and end up seeing the world through their eyes, seeing their frailties, their needs.

Now’s the day and now’s the hour.

Some books are lies frae end to end.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

Perhaps the story you finish is never the one you begin.

In the end the salt calls the ocean home; and I guess this is why drowning has always been a part of loving you.

But I was not made for the great light that devours, a dim lamp was all I had been given, and patience without end, to shine it on the empty shadows.