Who is that Self? The Self, pure awareness, shines as the light within the heart, surrounded by the senses. Only seeming to think, seeming to move, the Self neither sleeps nor wakes nor dreams. When the Self takes on a body, he seems to Assume the body's frailties and limitations; But when he sheds the body at the time of Death, the Self leaves all these behind.
- Brihadaranyaka Upanishad
What does the spring wind have in mind, Coming day and night to these groves and gardens? It never asks who owns the peach and damson trees But blows away their crimson without a word.
- Ch'i-chi, "Clouds Should Know Me By Now"