#3971 - Monday, August 2, 2010 - Editor: Gloria Lee
#3971 - Monday, August 2, 2010 - Editor: Gloria LeeThe Nonduality Highlights - http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlightsI asked the river
About its destination
And came out lucky:
It babbled about nothing
And never came to a point~Gyosen d.1278
First there is mist, then there is a mountain,
then there is mist.
Flowing waters, mote of dust
Speechless silent, side by side
This praise is by a tongue that's tied.
A thousand names, and you beyond everything!
as flowing waters disappear into the mist
we lose all track of their passage.
every heart is its own Buddha;
to become a saint, do nothing.
enlightenment: the world is a mote of dust,
you can look right through heaven's round mirror
slip past all form, all shape
and sit side by side with nothing, save Tao.
Let there be a silent understanding and no more. Away with all thinking and explaining. Then we may say that the Way of Words has been cut off and movements of the mind eliminated. This Mind is the pure Buddha-Source inherent in all men. All wriggling beings possessed of sentient life and all the Buddhas and Boddhisattvas are of this one substance and do not differ. Differences arise from wrong-thinking only and lead to the creation of all kinds of karma.
All the visible universe is the Buddha; so are all sounds; hold fast to one principle and all the others are Identical. On seeing one thing, you see ALL. On perceiving any individual's mind, you are perceiving ALL Mind. Obtain a glimpse of one way and ALL ways are embraced in your vision, for there is nowhere at all which is devoid of the Way. When your glance falls upon a grain of dust, what you see is identical with all the vast world systems with their great rivers and mighty hills. To gaze upon a drop of water is to behold the nature of all the waters of the universe.
Only come to know the nature of your own Mind, in which there is no self and no other, and you will in fact be a Buddha."
~Huang PoBob O'Hearn photos
"Starting here, what do you want to remember?
How sunlight creeps along a shining floor?
What scent of old wood hovers, what softened
sound from outside fills the air?
Will you ever bring a better gift for the world
...than the breathing respect that you carry
wherever you go right now? Are you waiting
for time to show you some better thoughts?
When you turn around, starting here, lift this
new glimpse that you found; carry into evening
all that you want from this day. This interval you spent
reading or hearing this, keep it for life--
What can anyone give you greater than now,
starting here, right in this room, when you turn around?"
~ William Stafford, You Reading This, Be Ready
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