The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.

The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.

Operating superficially, the mind is random in its activity and stale in its insights and images. However, with practice and experience the mind is freed from the skull, and the fresh and new can appear as though for the first time. It

No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.

Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.

Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.

Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?