Nothing we see or hear is perfect. But right there in the imperfection is perfect reality.

To be in harmony with the wholeness of things is not to have anxiety over imperfection.

A flower falls, even though we love it; and a weed grows, even though we do not love it.

The ocean does not reject any water; therefore it is great. The mountain does not select its stones; therefore it is great.

Life and death are of supreme importance. Time swiftly passes by and opportunity is lost. Each of us should strive to awaken. Awaken! Take heed, do not squander your life.

To study the Way is to study the self. To study the self is to forget the self. To forget the self is to be enlightened by all things.

To forget the self is to be actualized by myriad things.

To carry yourself forward and experience myriad things is delusion. That myriad things come forth and experience themselves is awakening.

The whole moon and the entire sky are reflected in one dewdrop on the grass.

When you find your place where you are, practice occurs, actualizing the fundamental point.

Just as parents care for their children, you should bear in mind the whole universe.

The fundamental delusion of humanity is to suppose that I am here and you are out there.

The way is basically perfect. It is not a matter of practice or enlightenment.

Zazen is not step-by-step meditation. Rather it is simply the easy and pleasant practice of a Buddha, the realization of the Buddha's Wisdom.

Enlightenment is like the moon reflected on the water. The moon does not get wet, nor is the water broken.

The practice of Zen mind is beginner's mind. In the beginner's mind there are many possibilities; in the expert's mind there are few.

In the spring, hundreds of flowers; in autumn, a harvest moon; in the summer, a refreshing breeze; in winter, snow will accompany you. If useless things do not hang in your mind, any season is a good season for you.

Time passes unhindered. When we make ourselves better, we make the world better.

The true person is not anyone in particular. But like the deep blue color of the limitless sky, it is everyone, everywhere in the world.

When you walk in the mist, you get wet.