“In a mind clear as still water, even the waves, breaking, are reflecting its light.”

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.

In the mundane, nothing is sacred. In sacredness, nothing is mundane.

There are those who, attracted by grass, flowers, mountains, and waters, flow into the Buddha Way.

To study the Way is to study the self. To study the self is to forget the self.

Truth is not far away. It is nearer than near. There is no need to attain it, since not one of your steps leads away from it.

The best way to deal with excessive thinking is to just listen to it, to listen to the mind.

Buddhists say that a fixed smile, however false, lights up the soul.

The goal of Buddhism is to create Buddhas, not Buddhists, as the goal of Christianity is to create Christs, not Christians.

It is good to remember that the goal of Buddhism is to create Buddhas, not Buddhists, as the goal of Christianity is to create Christs, not Christians.

In a controversy, the instant we feel anger, we have already ceased striving for truth and have begun striving for ourselves.

I’m a lapsed Buddhist like I’m a lapsed Catholic. I take it to a point.

Women and Men, Christians and Jews, Muslims and Buddhists, white, black, red, brown.

An outrageous instinct to love and be loved blinded your arms to lines of propriety