Stay in the center, and you will be ready to move in any direction.
It is both dangerous and absurd for our world to be a group of communions mutually excommunicate.
Discord on one level is harmony on another
Man suffers only because he takes seriously what the gods made for fun.
The menu is not the meal.
The source of all light is in the eye.
To travel is to be alive, but to get somewhere is to be dead.
And people get all fouled up because they want the world to have meaning as if it were words... As if you had a meaning, as if you were a mere word, as if you were something that could be looked up in...
Here is the vicious circle: if you feel separate from your organic life, you feel driven to survive; survival -going on living- thus becomes a duty and also a drag because you are not fully with it; b...
It is hard indeed to notice anything for which the languages available to us have no description.
A priest once quoted to me the Roman saying that a religion is dead when the priests laugh at each other across the altar. I always laugh at the altar, be it Christian, Hindu, or Buddhist, because rea...
Naturally, for a person who finds his identity in something other than his full organism is less than half a man. He is cut off from complete participation in nature. Instead of being a body, he 'has'...
Zen is a liberation from time. For if we open our eyes and see clearly, it becomes obvious that there is no other time than this instant, and that the past and the future are abstractions without any...
We are living in a culture entirely hypnotized by the illusion of time, in which the so-called present moment is felt as nothing but an infintesimal hairline between an all-powerfully causative past a...
The brush must draw by itself. This cannot happen if one does not practice constantly. But neither can it happen if one makes an effort.
It's like you took a bottle of ink and you threw it at a wall. Smash! And all that ink spread. And in the middle, it's dense, isn't it? And as it gets out on the edge, the little droplets get finer an...
There is nothing at all that can be talked about adequately, and the whole art of poetry is to say what can't be said.
You are an aperture through which the universe is looking at and exploring itself.
You and I are all as much continuous with the physical universe as a wave is continuous with the ocean.
We seldom realize, for example that our most private thoughts and emotions are not actually our own. For we think in terms of languages and images which we did not invent, but which were given to us b...