Beyond this life andThis world I'll have it tilMy heart's content:The bright moon that passed overThe horizon before I had my fill.

Limitations gone:Since my mind fixed on the moon, Clarity and serenityMake something for whichThere's no end in sight.

Tightly held by rocksThrough winter, the ice todayBegins to come undone:A way-seeker also is the water, Melting, murmuring from the moss.

Today's satori:Such a change of mind wouldNot exist withoutMy lifelong habit of havingMy mind immersed in blossoms.

Last year, Yoshino, I walked away bending branchesTo point me to blossoms--Which now are everywhere and I canGo where I've never been before.

Returning to whereIt used to see blossoms, My mind, changed, Will stay on at Yoshino...Home now, and see anew.

The aim of my teaching is enlightenment, awakening from the dream state of separateness into the reality of the One. In short, my teaching is focused on realizing what you are.

As a journalist, your job is to bear witness.

Greyhound Bus Lines motto: "We Stop For Some Damn Thing Every 200 Yards."

Musical beds is the faculty sport around here.

I think a lot of young teenagers try to get esteem from accolades from other people, or boys, and what you learn as you get older is that you have to create that within yourself.

I began to believe the fairy tales: You know, how we're all out there looking for our magical missing half.

Oh each successive night that comes has something in it of an abandoned ember that is slowly burning out, and it falls swathed in ruins, surrounded by funereal objects.

There is no greater miracle than our conscious efforts to become good human beings.

The struggle comes when we sense a gap between the clock and the compass - when what we do doesn't contribute to what is most important in our lives.

You are my life. You're the only thing it would hurt to lose.