Who can break from the snares of the world
And sit with me among the white clouds?

– Han-shan

shall climb up the magnificent mountain peak,
To await the arrival of a solitary crane.

– Shide (8th century)

With the moon emerged,
My mind is motionless.
Sitting on this frosty seat,
No further dream of fame.
The forest, the mountain
Follow their ancient ways,
And through the long spring day,
Not even a shadow of a bird.

– Reizan (1411)

If your ears see,
And eyes hear,
Not a doubt you’ll cherish

– Daito Kokushi

Someday our hair will turn gray,
Yet the flowers will be this red each year;

– Fa Yen (885–958)

One and the same breeze passes
Over the pines on the mountain
And the oak trees in the valley;
Why do they give different notes?

– Shinkage-ryu

My robe has become a garment of dew.
Unable to sleep I
Walk out into the woods
Suddenly, above the highest peak,
The full moon appears.

– Ryokan (1758-1831)

Into a person,
Absolutely free
From thoughts and emotions,
Even the tiger finds no room
To insert its fierce claws.

– Shinkage

The buddha way is, basically, leaping clear of the many and the one; thus there are birth and death, delusion and realization, sentient beings and buddhas.

Yet in attachment blossoms fall, and in aversion weeds spread.

If fear is banished,
Where does it go?