“Too lazy to be ambitious,I let the world take care of itself.Ten days' worth of rice in my bag;a bundle of twigs by the fireplace.Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?Listening to the night rain on my roof,I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out.”

“The plants and flowersI raised about my hutI now surrenderTo the willOf the wind”

“The rain has stopped, the clouds have drifted away,and the weather is clear again. If your heart is pure, then all things in your world are pure... Then the moon and flowers will guide you along the Way”

“Why do you so earnestly seek the truth in distant places?Look for delusion and truth in thebottom of your own heart.”

“In this world of dreams, drifting off still more; and once again speaking and dreaming of dreams. Just let it be.”

“Someday I'll be a weather-beaten skull resting on a grass pillow,Serenaded by a stray bird or two.Kings and commoners end up the same,No more enduring than last night's dream.”

“When all thoughtsAre exhaustedI slip into the woodsAnd gatherA pile of shepherd's purse.Like the little streamMaking its wayThrough the mossy crevicesI, too, quietlyTurn clear and transparent.”