Cold Mountain Buddhas Han Shan Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness be dancing. Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning. The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry, The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony Of death and birth.

The hint half guessed, the gift half understood, is Incarnation.

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.

Oh, do not ask, 'What is it?'/Let us go and make our visit.

One starts an action simply because one must do something.

The historical sense involves a perception, not only of the pastness of the past, but of its presence

If one has to earn a living, therefore, the safest occupation is that most remote from the arts.