“Studying texts and stiff meditation can make you lose your Original Mind.A solitary tune by a fisherman, though, can be an invaluable treasure.Dusk rain on the river, the moon peeking in and out of the clouds;Elegant beyond words, he chants his songs night after night.”

“Hearing a crow with no mouthCry in the deepDarkness of the night,I feel a longing forMy father before he was born.”

“clouds very high looknot one word helped them get up there”

“don't hesitate get laid that's wisdomsitting around chanting what crap”

“Many paths lead from the foot of the mountain, but at the peak we all gaze at the single bright moon.”

“it isn't that we're alone or not alonewhose voice do you want mine? yours?”

“don't wait for the man standing in the snowto cut off his arm help him now”