What is the sound of one hand?

All beings are by nature are Buddhas, as ice by nature is water. Apart from water there is no ice; apart from beings, no Buddhas.

Meditation in the midst of activity is a thousand times superior to meditation in stillness.

If you forget yourself, you become the universe.

At the bottom of great doubt lies great awakening. If you doubt fully, you will awaken fully.

Not knowing how near the truth is, we seek it far away.

You know the sound of two hands clapping; tell me, what is the sound of one hand?

If only you could hear the sound of snow

At this moment, is there anything lacking? Nirvana is right here now before our eyes. This place is the lotus land. This body now is the Buddha.

Should you desire the great tranquility prepare to sweat white beads.

Meditation in action is endlessly more important than meditation in stillness.

Poetry, like jazz, is one of those dazzling diamonds of creative industry that help human beings make sense out of the comedies and tragedies that contextualize our lives.

I think you have more fun as a human being even though it is much more painful.

Worries are wasted energies.You can have a joyful life when you let go of your worries.

...every harsh word spoken, every such act or even thought doesn’t just disappear - it hangs around somewhere in totality and some day it boomerangs to haunt us.

Fate is nothing but the past in the future. It is only an excuse for inaction.

I've seen women-and men too, sometimes-as canna bear the sound of their own thoughts, and they maybe dinna make such good matches with those who can.

Progress means to be true to the world, If we need to make a change.

We both (Charlie Munger and Warren Buffett) insist on a lot of time being available almost every day to just sit and think. That is very uncommon in American business. We read and think.

Learn much of the Lord Jesus. For every look at yourself, take ten looks at Christ. He is altogether lovely.

The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole after peephole--- A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.