What is reality? An icicle forming in fire.

Do not travel to other dusty lands, forsaking your own sitting place; if you cannot find the truth where you are now, you will never find it.

Time is three eyes and eight elbows.

When you walk in the mist, you get wet.

Yet, though it is like this, simply, flowers fall amid our longing and weeds spring up amid our antipathy.

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

Through one word, or seven words, or three times five, even if you investigate thoroughly myriad forms, nothing can be depended upon. Night advances, the moon glows and falls into the ocean. The black dragon jewel you have been searching for, is everywhere.