“Emptiness is bound to bloom, like hundreds of grasses blossoming.”

Practice and enlightenment are not two.

Do not doubt that mountains walk simply because they may not appear to walk like humans.

If you want to see things just as they are, then you yourself must practice just as you are.

Those who see worldly life as an obstacle to Dharma see no Dharma in everyday actions. They have not yet discovered that there are no everyday actions outside of Dharma.

There are mountains hidden in mountains. There are mountains hidden in hiddenness. This is complete understanding.

In the stream, Rushing past To the dusty world, My fleeting form Casts no reflection.

Your body is like a dew-drop on the morning grass, your life is as brief as a flash of lightning. Momentary and vain, it is lost in a moment.

When one first seeks the truth, one separates oneself from it.

One must be deeply aware of the impermanence of the world.

I haven’t got any Buddhism. I live by letting things happen.

A zen master’s life is one continuous mistake.

To start from the self and try to understand all things is delusion. To let the self be awakened by all things is enlightenment.

Realization doesn’t destroy the individual any more than the reflection of the moon breaks a drop of water. A drop of water can reflect the whole sky.

To be in harmony with the wholeness of things is not to have anxiety over imperfections.

There is no beginning to practice nor end to enlightenment; There is no beginning to enlightenment nor end to practice.

Students today should live fully every moment of time. This dew-like life fades away; time speeds swiftly. In this short life of ours, avoid involvement in superfluous things and just study the Way.

Leaves dance on twisted arms, swaying on the breeze as though choreographed by unseen hands. Even the faithless could find themselves converts, by the smell of dampened earth and its blossoming rose.

For poetry is the blossom and the fragrance of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language.

A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!

This is what makes us human. But it comes with a costly price: the wound of mortality. Our existence is forever shadowed by the knowledge that we will grow, blossom, and, inevitably, diminish and die.

Youth is a blossom whose fruit is love; happy is he who plucks it after watching it slowly ripen.

Letting a hundred flowers blossom and a hundred schools of thought contend is the policy for promoting the progress of the arts and the sciences and a flourishing culture in our land.

It is to make it nurture and grow that I write my script- it is directing it that makes my tree blossom and bear fruit.

Single-minded devotion engenders deep thought, which expresses itself in action. The Lord’s Light descends on the devotee, His power awakens in him and, as a result, profound inner inquiry blossoms forth.