In our life there is a single color,
as on an
which provides the meaning of life and art.
It is the
color of love.
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The reality that came to me is profound and hard
to see or understand because it is
beyond the sphere of thinking. It is
sublime and unequaled but subtle and only to be
found by the dedicated.
Most people fail to see this reality, for they
are attached to what they cling to, to
pleasures and delights. Since all the
world is attached to material things, it’s very
difficult for people to
grasp how everything originates in conditions and causes. It’s a
for them to see the meaning of the fact that everything, including ourselves,
depends on everything else and has no permanent self-existence.
If I were to try to teach this truth, this
reality, nobody would understand me, I
thought. My labor and my trouble
would be for nothing.
But then it came to me as an insight that I
should teach this truth, for it is also
happiness. There are people whose
sight is only a little clouded, and they are suffering
through not hearing
the reality. They would become knowers of the truth.
It was in this way I went forth to teach:
For those who are ready, the door
To the deathless state is open.
You that have ears, give up
The conditions that bind you,
And enter in.
All those who clearly understand the fact that
enlightenment is everywhere come to the
perfect wisdom with a marvelous
insight that all objects and structures, just as they are
in the present
moment, are themselves enlightenment, both the way and the goal, being
perfectly transparent to the ineffable. Those who experience the ineffable,
Suchness, recognize that all structures are radiantly empty of
Those who attain perfect wisdom are forever
inspired by the conviction that the
infinitely varied forms of this world,
in all their relativity, far from being a hindrance
and a dangerous
distraction to the spiritual path, are really a healing medicine. Why?
Because by the very fact that they are interdependent on each other and
have no separate self, they express the mystery and the energy of
Not just the illumined wise ones but every single being
in the interconnected world is a
dweller in the boundless infinity of love.
Scriptures of the Buddha
Excerpted from The Buddha Speaks,
edited by Anne Bancroft 2000
I climb the road to Cold Mountain,
The road to Cold Mountain that never ends.
The valleys are long and strewn with stones;
The streams broad and banked with thick grass.
Moss is slippery, though no rain has fallen;
Pines sigh, but it isn’t the wind.
Who can break from the snares of the world
And sit with me among the white clouds?
photos by Alan Larus
Good as Alan always is, sometimes he surpasses himself.
See amazing close ups of this waterfall here: