Mind itself is a vast expanse, the realm of unchanging space. Its indeterminate display is the expanse of the magical expression of its responsiveness. Everything is the adornment of basic space and nothing else. Outwardly and inwardly, things proliferating and resolving are the dynamic energy of awakened mind. Because this is nothing whatsoever yet arises […]
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There’s nothing to add to this Jisei (death poem). So profound. Empty-handed I entered the world Barefoot I leave it. My coming, my going — Two simple happenings That got entangled. Kozan IchikyoJapanese Death Poems Written by Zen Monks and Haiku Poets on the Verge of DeathYoel Hoffman Original source: Tuttle Publishing
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For some reason the bhakti poetry of Lal Ded, (also known as Lalla and as Lalleshwari), always resonates deep in my heart. Some, who have closed their eyes, are wide awake. Some, who look out at the world, are fast asleep. Some who bathe in sacred pools remain dirty. Some are at home in the
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There’s endless texts and teachings, vast arrays of philosophy, and no end to the arguments and positions – all seeking to point the way to this …. what? …. this coming home to what you are. But when it comes down to it, it’s oh so simple. Rest in that empty, luminous awareness, that space-like
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Rumi’s poem The Real Threat … Nothingness. Shunyata. Emptiness. Just so. If it escapes, the lover’s breath, and strikes the universe of fire, That universe without origin, it will dissolve into particles. The entire universe becomes sea, out of fear that the sea will turn to nothing. Neither man nor humanity remain when man is
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For so many years this was my path. Step by step letting go of each mental factor, until cessation. Then what was this deathlessness I rested in? 1] Thus have I heard. On one occasion the Blessed One was living at Savatthi in Jeta’s Grove, Anathapindika’s Park. There he addressed the bhikkhus thus: “Bhikkhus.” –
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For so many years this teaching of Awakening Faith in Mind has been an inspiration and pointer for me. Over time it’s been like someone sitting at my shoulder, nudging and pointing. So clear, so direct, so Zen. Most recently the resonance with Dzogchen teachings from this profound teaching has been very clear. The great
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Issa Kobayashi’s poignant haiku about life’s fleeting nature. So few in words, yet so utterly profound. This World of Dew: The world of dew — A world of dew it is indeed, And yet, and yet . . . 露の世は露の世ながらさりながらTsuyu no yo wa tsuyu no yo nagara sari nagara Issa KobayashiDew on the Grass: The
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Honoring countless Buddhas across time and space. Embracing the practice of good, offering devotion and seeking enlightenment for the welfare of all beings. The ‘As Many Buddhas As There May Be In Any World’ prayer and vow from the Mahayana Avatamsaka Sutra. Then the great enlightening being Universally Good, thus explainingcourses of eons, as many
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I’ve been contemplating the poem ‘The Tao is a Silent Flower’ in meditation recently – space, time, form and emptiness: The Tao is a silent flower which blooms through the night, But the night through which it blooms is the flower itself. No Tao, no flower, no bloomer, no night. And for this reason, it
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