Buddhas move freely through birth and death, appearing and disappearing at will.

As long as you look for a Buddha somewhere else, you'll never see that your own mind is the Buddha

When you don't understand, you depend on reality. When you do understand, reality depends on you.

Not thinking about anything is Zen. Once you know this, walking, sitting, or lying down, everything you do is Zen.

Once you stop clinging and let things be, you'll be free, even of birth and death. You'll transform everything.

All know the way, but few actually walk it.

If you use your mind to study reality, you won't understand either your mind or reality. If you study reality without using your mind, you'll understand both.

To seek is to suffer. To seek nothing is bliss.

The essence of the Way is detachment. And the goal of those who practice is freedom from appearances.

The true Way is sublime. It can't be expressed in language. Of what use are scriptures? But someone who sees his own nature finds the Way, even if he can't read a word.

The ignorant mind, with its infinite afflictions, passions, and evils, is rooted in the three poisons. Greed, anger, and delusion.

I only seem negative to the fortunate. That's because I show the less fortunate that they aren't less fortunate after all.

Real freedom lies in wildness, not in civilization!!

Negative self-talk and negative affirmation can keep you anchored in old thought patterns and identities.

In the main it will be found that a power over a man's support [salary] is a power over his will.

To die in order to avoid the pains of poverty, love, or anything that is disagreeable, is not the part of a brave man, but of a coward.

In fact, people have been very complimentary about my act and very tolerant of my singing ability.

The best way in the world to deceive believers is to cloak a message in religious language and declare that it conveys some new insight from God.

If you have no wounds, how can you know if you're alive?

Honestly, Im living my fantasy. Its being with my family, preferably on a snowy afternoon with a fire going, cuddled up in blankets, playing a game.

Words are the legs of the mind; they bear it about, carry It from point to point, bed it down at night, and keep it off the ground and out of the marsh and mists.