Or, to express this in another way, suggested to me by Professor Suzuki, in connection with seeing into our own nature, poetry is the something that we see, but the seeing and the something are one; without the seeing there is no something, no something, no seeing. There is neither discovery nor creation: only the perfect, indivisible experience.

The love of nature is religion, and that religion is poetry; these three things are one thing. This is the unspoken creed of haiku poets.

Nothing divides one so much as thought.

There is no greater difference between men than between grateful and ungrateful people.

We that change, hate change. And we that pass, love what abides. Ashes, darkness, dust.

Zen is the game of insight, the game of discovering who you are beneath the social masks.

Mud is the most poetical thing in the world.