#2546 - Sunday, August 6, 2006
- Editor: Gloria Lee
To me, truth is not some vague, foggy notion. Truth is real.
And, at the same time, unreal. Fiction and fact and everything in between,
plus some things I can't remember, all rolled into one big "thing." This is
truth, to me.
- Jack Handey (1949- )
There's no sense
in being precise
when you don't even know
what you're talking
- John von
Although we may be able to
behave to some extent differently than we feel, any successful coercion to feel
other than we actually feel--even a coercion to fit some preferred version of
ourselves--will keep us at a distance from our true selves.
- Robert Langan in Psychoanalysis and Buddhism
They project this self-created world onto their ideas of past and future
and the present moment. They try to crystallize reality into permanent shapes
and categories. In this way they veil the path of insight, the spiritual path
which reveals the innate clarity, freedom, and radiant transparency of What
From "The Pocket Buddha Reader," edited by Anne
Wisdom replaces ignorance in our minds
when we realize that happiness does not lie in the accumulation of more and more
pleasant feelings, that gratifying craving does not bring us a feeling of
wholeness or completeness. It simply leads to more craving and more aversion.
When we realize in our own experience that happiness comes not from reaching out
but from letting go, not from seeking pleasurable experience but from opening in
the moment to what is true, this transformation of understanding then frees the
energy of compassion within us. Our minds are no longer bound up in pushing away
pain or holding on to pleasure. Compassion becomes the natural response of an
- Joseph Goldstein, in Seeking the Heart of
photo by Robert O'Hearn on Garden
One day the Buddha held up a flower in
front of an audience of 1,250 monks and nuns. He did not say anything for quite
a long time. The audience was perfectly silent. Everyone seemed to be thinking
hard, trying to see the meaning behind the Buddha's gesture. Then, suddenly, the
Buddha smiled. He smiled because someone in the audience smiled at him and at
the flower. . . . To me the meaning is quite simple. When someone holds up a
flower and shows it to you, he wants you to see it. If you keep thinking, you
miss the flower. The person who was not thinking, who was just himself, was able
to encounter the flower in depth, and he smiled. That is the problem of life. If
we are not fully ourselves, truly in the present moment, we miss
- Thich Nhat Hanh, in Peace Is Every Step
photo by Robert O'Hearn on Garden
The mountains, rivers, earth, grasses,
trees and forests, are always emanating a subtle, precious light, day and night,
always emanating a subtle, precious sound, demonstrating and expounding to all
people the unsurpassed ultimate truth.
It is just because you miss it right where you are, or avoid it even as
you face it, that you are unable to attain actual use of it.
This is why Buddhism came into being, with its many expedients and
explanations, with temporary and true, immediate and gradual, half and full,
partial and complete teachings.
The words of the Buddha were intended merely
as efficacious expedients for leading men out of the darkness of worse
ignorance. It was as though one pretended yellow leaves were gold to stop the
flow of a child's tears.
- Bob O'Hearn on Garden Mystics