The little things?
The little moments?
They aren’t little.
Everything passes,
nothing remains. Understand
this, loosen your grip,
and find serenity.
For the
awakening of the heart,
conditions are always
good enough.
The little things?
The little moments?
They aren’t little.
Everything passes,
nothing remains. Understand
this, loosen your grip,
and find serenity.
For the
awakening of the heart,
conditions are always
good enough.
the compassions of Thích Quảng Đức and Malcolm Browne
It’s not Me
that’s glorified in acts
of worship. It’s the worshipers!
I don’t hear the words they say. I look inside at
the humility. That broken-open lowliness is the Reality,
not the language! Forget phraseology. I want burning,
burning. Be friends with your burning. Burn up
your thinking and your forms of expression!
Moses, those who pay attention to ways
of behaving and speaking are one
sort. Lovers who burn are
another.
Do
you wish
to realize the Way?
Dissolve everything instantly,
like a drop of water
hitting a red-hot
coal.
Forget
thoughts and
feelings and ideas of self.
Remaining ordinary, foregoing airs,
persevering in simplicity for years
and decades, you enter
into the Oneness,
and it into
you.
This year
we have two gorgeous
yellow warblers nesting in the
honeysuckle bush. The other day I stuck
my head in the bush. The nestlings weigh one-twentieth
of an ounce, about the size of a honeybee. We stared
at each other, startled by our existence.
In a month or so, when they reach
the size of bumblebees they’ll
fly to Costa Rica without
a map.
Jim Harrison
You could
become a great horseman
and help to free yourself and this world
though only if you and prayer become sweet lovers.
It is a naive man who thinks we are not engaged in a fierce battle,
for I see and hear brave foot soldiers all around me going mad,
falling on the ground in excruciating pain. You could
become a victorious horseman and carry your
heart through this world like a life-giving
sun though only if you and God
become sweet
lovers.