Any enlightenment which requires to be authenticated, certified, recognized, congratulated, is (as yet) a false, or at least incomplete one.

A thief running away like mad from a ferocious watch-dog may be a splendid example of Zen.

There is a Hindu myth about the Self or God of the universe who sees life as a form of play. But since the Self is what there is and all that there is and thus has no one separate to play with, he plays the cosmic game of hide-and-seek with himself. He takes on the roles and masks of individual people such as you and I and thus becomes involved in exciting and terrifying adventures, all the time forgetting who he really is.

Zen is poetry; poetry is Zen.

Regarding R. H. Blyth: For translations, the best books are still those by R. H. Blyth. . . .

The importance and unimportance of the self cannot be exaggerated.

Nothing divides one so much as thought.