We do not "come into" this world; we come out of it, as leaves from a tree.

For when you see that the universe cannot be distinguished from how you act upon it, there is neither fate nor free will, self nor other. There is simply one all-inclusive Happening, in which your personal sensation of being alive occurs in just the same way as the river flowing and the stars shining far out in space. There is no question of submitting or accepting or going with it, for what happens in and as you is no different from what happens as it.

Cows scream louder than carrots.

When death comes, it's just like winter. We don't say, "There ought not to be winter." That the winter season, when the leaves fall and the snow comes, is some kind of defeat, something which we should hold out against. No. Winter is part of the natural course of events. No winter, no summer. No cold, no heat.

Every individual is a unique manifestation of the Whole, as every branch is a particular outreaching of the tree.

Everyone has love, but it can only come out when he is convinced of the impossibility and the frustration of trying to love himself.

The whole point of Zen is to suspend the rules we have superimposed on things and to see the world as it is