Do not go after the past,
Nor lose yourself in the future.
For the past no longer exists,
And the future is not yet here.
By looking deeply at things just as they are,
In this moment, here and now,
The seeker lives calmly and freely.
You should be attentive today,
For waiting until tomorrow is too late.
Death can come and take us by surprise
How can we gainsay it?
The one who knows
How to live attentively
Night and day
Is the one who knows
The best way to be independent.
- Bhaddekaratta Sutra
Learning the Way means not wasting time; Diligent practice, over and over is required. We never know what we’re after at first, Just an abstract idea. When our heart is empty The light of Tao shines within us. Quiet emptiness, Drifting like clouds without direction: Coming and going without hindrance. This is the true Way.
- Loy Ching-yuen 1879-1960’s)
To part the grass and see the wind
And distinguish true from false,
You must first pluck out
All the sand from your eyes.
Raise your head,
As if tasting Tianhuang’s cake;
Empty your minds
It’s hard to drink Zhaozhou’s tea.
Without a word,
Nanquan returned to his cell;
Lingyun wrote a poem
When enlightened by peach blossoms.
Explain these to me
From the beginning;
Let me see the true master
Of the Dharma forest.
- Huanglong Huinan (1002-1060)
"Among the truths you would do well to contemplate frequently are these two: first, that things can never touch the soul, but stand inert outside it, so that disquiet can arise only from fancies within; and secondly, that all visible objects change in a moment, and will be no more. ... The whole universe is change, and life is but what you deem it."
"Come what will upon such parts of me as can be affected by its incidence; they may complain of it if they will. As for myself, if I do not view the thing as an evil, I take no hurt. And nothing compels me to view it so."
Marcus Aurelius, Meditations.
In this quiet valley one hears nothing
But the gentle sighing of the pines,
In the recesses of the mountains
There is no crying of birds.
When one opens the door,
One sees the snow-covered mountains
Clearly delineated.
The singing of the golden brook
Permeates the forest.
- Wang Wei (701-761)