The Zen expression “Kill the Buddha!” means to kill any concept of the Buddha as something apart from oneself.

The concept of conservation is a far truer sign of civilization than that spoilation of a continent which we once confused with progress.

In zazen, one is one's present self, what one was, and what one will be, all at once.

In this very breath that we take now lies the secret that all great teachers try to tell us.

I meditate for the last time on this mountain that is bare, though others all around are white with snow. Like the bare peak of the koan, this one is not different from myself. I know this mountain because I am this mountain, I can feel it breathing at this moment, as its grass tops stray against the snows. If the snow leopard should leap from the rock above and manifest itself before me - S-A-A-O! - then in that moment of pure fright, out of my wits, I might truly perceive it, and be free.

Figures dark beneath their loads pass down the far bank of the river, rendered immortal by the streak of sunset upon their shoulders

Be light, light, light - full of light!