Originally posted by vistesdgategateparagateparasamgatebodhisvaha
Oh, man… Now I have tears in my eyes. I have wandered so far—
—and lost became
within these and those
horizons whose circles
encircled my mind
before I knew—hemmed in
by my own echoes,
echoing echoing echoing
down canyons that are not
real—and now
in a hammered silence
no echoes at all, only
this dance…
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It was not you, but I, who left the dance, old friend. Now I remember…
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Originally posted by black beetleLet my dull tongue be untied by another's words;
The Forth One, Dao Hsin, went to the mountain Head of Taurus to visit Fah Rhongh, a saint whose hut was protected by tigers and wolves. Also, birds were bringing him flowers every day. When Dao Hsin saw those beasts he pretended he was terrified, and grinning he raised his hands as if he wanted to avoid being harmed. Noticing Dao, the saint asked him:
...[text shortened]... saw again the beasts that used to protect him. And never again the birds brought him flowers
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"In the very moment, therefore, of an event occurring,
whoever recognizes the language of biased projection
and morally discriminating goal-directed endeavour
as unreal, then like the nonactive sky,
he catches all experience in the snare of absence"
Stanza 35, "Longchenpa's Treasury of Natural Perfection" trans. Keith Dowman.
[edits typographical]
28 Jul 11
Originally posted by black beetleI love these stories,they are all so unique. I haven;t heard that one before. Thanks beetle, thats another lesson to counter the 84 000 follies😵
The Forth One, Dao Hsin, went to the mountain Head of Taurus to visit Fah Rhongh, a saint whose hut was protected by tigers and wolves. Also, birds were bringing him flowers every day. When Dao Hsin saw those beasts he pretended he was terrified, and grinning he raised his hands as if he wanted to avoid being harmed. Noticing Dao, the saint asked him:
...[text shortened]... saw again the beasts that used to protect him. And never again the birds brought him flowers
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Originally posted by vistesdAttacking the words this way, delusions cut down like grass! No bodhi tree, no mirror, no dust on the mirror; vajracchedikasutra is yours, you killed Buddha; but earning the kasaya and the cup, what are you prepared to do now?
The Bardo is like—
a revolving door!
People keep thinking
they’ve spun out
to some new place, or
another “bardo”.
But it’s all the same Bardo,
just in an other light …
Originally posted by divegeesterFallen into phenomena you cannot break free, because attaining forms, sounds, smells, tastes, things to be touched and things to be evaluated you are chained on characteristics and thus chained in theories. Since the conception of a self, of a being, of a soul, of a person does not occur, the “good stuff” is just a projection of your mind; form is emptines, emptiness is form😵
Good stuff.
So when your next unsupported projection is to be produced by you, acknowledge that a thought of your mind supported by nothing is to be produced, acknowledge that a thought unsupported by form is to be produced. The self-existence of the mind is enormous, but the mind is neither existent nor not existent and its projections are empty. How can you side-step your projections? Just dive into the silent intervals that occur between each single projection of your mind: become an Observer and break free -there is no thing you have to break free from but You; who are You?
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Originally posted by black beetleAre you Grampy Bobby?
Fallen into phenomena you cannot break free, because attaining forms, sounds, smells, tastes, things to be touched and things to be evaluated you are chained on characteristics and thus chained in theories. Since the conception of a self, of a being, of a soul, of a person does not occur, the “good stuff” is just a projection of your mind; form is empti ...[text shortened]... bserver and break free -there is no thing you have to break free from but You; who are You?
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