Time Is Three Eyes And Eight Elbows.

The Coming And Going Of Birth And Death Is A Painting. Unsurpassed Enlightenment Is A Painting. The Entire Phenomenal Universe And The Empty Sky Are Nothing But A Painting.

Emptiness Is Bound To Bloom, Like Hundreds Of Grasses Blossoming.

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 Of The Universe. To Be Enlightened By All Things Of The Universe Is To Cast Off The Body And Mind Of The Self As Well As Those Of Others. Even The Traces Of Enlightenment Are Wiped Out, And Life With Traceless Enlightenment Goes On Forever And Ever

A Zen Master's Life Is One Continuous Mistake.

Do Not Practice Buddha-dharma With The Thought That It Is To Benefit Others.