@karoly-aczel saidWise man say, 'a fool makes his own label.'
Damn , a labeller keeps sneaking in
@rookie54 saidWhen you understand, reality depends on you.
I took a piece of the rare cloth of Ch'i,
White silk glowing and pure as frost on snow,
And made you a fan of harmony and joy,
As flawlessly round as the full moon.
Carry it always, nestled in your sleeve.
Wave it and it will make a cooling breeze.
I hope, when Autumn comes back
And the North wind drives away the heat,
You will not store it away amongst old gifts
And forget it, long before it is worn out.
- Lady P'an
When you don’t understand, you depend on reality;
When reality depends on you, that which isn’t real becomes real;
When you depend on reality, that which is real becomes false;
When you depend on reality, everything is false;
When reality depends on you, everything is true;
-Bodhidharma
Greetings from Athens, Greece, rookie54. May you and Wise Sister are always happy🙂))
@black-beetle saidthe ex and child just got summoned to view this.
When you understand, reality depends on you.
When you don’t understand, you depend on reality;
When reality depends on you, that which isn’t real becomes real;
When you depend on reality, that which is real becomes false;
When you depend on reality, everything is false;
When reality depends on you, everything is true;
-Bodhidharma
Greetings from Athens, Greece, rookie54. May you and Wise Sister are always happy🙂))
No reply as of yet ....
On a bitterly cold November night
The snow fell thick and fast.
First like hard grains of salt,
Then more like soft willow buds.
The flakes settled quietly on the bamboo
And piled up pleasingly on the pine branches.
Rather than turning to old texts,
The darkness makes me feel like
Composing my own verse.
- Ryokan (1758-1831)
After a long period of work, suddenly in an instant, mind and thoughts are cut off, and Amitabha Buddha’s real body will appear before you as a lofty presence. Only then will you be sure about the saying, “The one who has never moved is Buddha.”
- T’aego
buddha is just alright with me,
there are others who also do not move...
find yer rock, and build yer house...
Time is a great teacher, even though it kills all its pupils.
For you see, time does not seem to have any scruples.
And the optimist believes that this is the best of both worlds, but only the pessimist knows it.
Yes, it’s a crazy world in which we live.
We clamor to take, when what we really need is to simply give.
We live in a world of lunatics,
But the one who can successfully analyze their delusion is called a philosopher.
The rest, are called a mere besmircher.
Yet one man gives me hope, as I try to emulate him.
And those that succeed in this attempt, are also the ones that quite often fail.
-hodgepodge of plagiarized quotes
when words make sense,
i do what i am able to implement them in my actions...
When a tree does not flower and fruit in a reasonable time after it has been planted, we know that the roots have not set firmly, so attention must be given to the proper care of the roots above all. If you do not realize the problem is in the roots and just try to make branches grow and flowers bloom, the roots will go on withering all the while you are devoting your attention to the outgrowths.
Similarly, even if you have realized the meaning of Zen, if your capacities and functions have not developed, you still should not devote your attention to these outgrowths. Rather you should dwell on correct mindfulness of the fundamental so as to get rid of the views of personal and religious ego, getting beyond both ordinary feelings and religious experiences, thus thoroughly embracing the fundamental transcending them all.
- Muso Kokushi (1275-1351)
The waterfall on South Mountain
Hits the rocks,
Tosses back its foam
With terrifying thunder,
Blotting out even
Face-to-face talk.
Collapsing water and
Bouncing foam soak blue moss,
Old moss so thick
It drowns the spring grass.
Animals are hushed.
Birds fly but don’t sing
Yet a white turtle plays on the
Pool’s sand floor
Under riotous spray,
Sliding about with the torrents.
The people of the land
Are benevolent.
No angling or net fishing.
The white turtle lives
Out its life, naturally.
- Wang Wei (699-761)
When people of the world
Look for this path amid the clouds,
It vanishes,
Without a trace.
The high peaks
Have many precipices;
On the widest gulleys
Hardly a gleam falls.
Green walls close
Behind and before;
White clouds gather
East and west.
Do you want to know
Where the cloud-path lies?
The cloud-path leads from sky to sky.
- Han shan
Deep green needles glow
Against a cobalt sky;
They radiate something
Only a few can sense.
Snow white peaks,
Summits shrouded in clouds,
Shine and echo,
Shine and echo
Through both sides
Of the skin line.
Oh, in all this lies
Some deep implication,
Yet when I try to say more,
I become silent, mute.
- Ji Aoi Isshi