The Purpose Of Our Life Is To

Figures Dark Beneath Their Loads Pass Down The Far Bank Of The River, Rendered Immortal By The Streak Of Sunset Upon Their Shoulders

In Zazen, One Is One's Present Self, What One Was, And What One Will Be, All At Once.

Simplicity Is The Whole Secret Of Well-being.

Zen Is Really Just A Reminder To Stay Alive And To Be Awake. We Tend To Daydream All The Time, Speculating About The Future And Dwelling On The Past. Zen Practice Is About Appreciating Your Life In This Moment. If You Are Truly Aware Of Five Minutes A Day, Then You Are Doing Pretty Well. We Are Beset By Both The Future And The Past, And There Is No Reality Apart From The Here And Now.

The Secret Of The Mountain Is That The Mountains Simply Exist, As I Do Myself: The Mountains Exist Simply, Which I Do Not. The Mountains Have No "meaning," They Are Meaning; The Mountains Are. The Sun Is Round. I Ring With Life, And The Mountains Ring, And When I Can Hear It, There Is A Ringing That We Share. I Understand All This, Not In My Mind But In My Heart, Knowing How Meaningless It Is To Try To Capture What Cannot Be Expressed, Knowing That Mere Words Will Remain When I Read It All Again, Another Day.