'I shall have heaven and earth for my coffin and its shell; the sun and moon for my two round symbols of jade, the stars and constellations for my pearls and jewels; and all things assisting as the mourners. Will not the provisions for my funeral be complete? What could you add to them?'

Listening stops with the ears, the mind stops with recognition, but spirit is empty and waits on all things.

Being is thoughtless-beyond and beneath all categories of thought. Expression is the realization of creative thought. Being is still; expression, moving. But then if I do not strive, who will?

Your preciousness lies in your essence; it cannot be lost by anything that happens.

The enlightened attention rejects nothing nor welcomes anything-like a mirror it responds equally to all.

If the Way is made clear, it is not the Way.

Although things seem to be sometimes going up and sometimes descending, sometimes slipping away, nevertheless there is a reality, the same today as in the past. It does not change, for nothing can affect it. Could we not say it is one great harmony? So why shouldn't we ask about it.