Mere words will not do. They must convey the color, charm, and pulse of life. They must have a private twinkle of wit in them that makes a good-natured noise like laughter through the keyhole of the reader's mind.
Buddhas don't practice nonsense.
When you don't understand, you depend on reality. When you do understand, reality depends on you.
As long as you look for a Buddha somewhere else, you'll never see that your own mind is the Buddha
Once you stop clinging and let things be, you'll be free, even of birth and death. You'll transform everything.
Not thinking about anything is Zen. Once you know this, walking, sitting, or lying down, everything you do is Zen.
If you know that everything comes from the mind, don't become attached. Once attached, you're unaware. But once you see your own nature, the entire Canon becomes so much prose. It's thousands of sutras and shastras only amount to a clear mind. Understanding comes in midsentence. What good are doctrines? The ultimate Truth is beyond words. Doctrines are words. They're not the Way. The Way is wordless. Words are illusions. . . . Don't cling to appearances, and you'll break through all barriers. . . .
Receiving far less attention are the working class heroes, who go about their solitary work routines with quiet dignity, come home from another grueling day, yet still find time to interact with their children.
My style was always to spread out rather than to move up.
Gotta get up and try.
So,” I said at last, staring at my hands. “How’s, uh, your car?” “I left it out on the street. Figured it’ll be fine there while I’m gone.