right before our eyes


 
A lot

of unimportant inner

litter and bits and pieces have

to be swept out first. Even a small head

can be piled high inside with irrelevant distractions.

True, there may be edifying emotions and thoughts, too, but

the clutter is ever present. So let this be the aim of the meditation:

to turn one’s innermost being into a vast empty plain, with none

of that treacherous undergrowth to impede the view. So that

something of “God” can enter you, and something of “Love,”

too. Not the kind of love-de-luxe that you can revel in

deliciously for half an hour, taking pride in

how sublime you feel, but the love

you can apply to small,

everyday things.
 

Looked

at Japanese prints

with Glassner this afternoon.

That’s how I want to write. With that much

space round a few words. They should simply emphasize

the silence. Just like that print with the sprig of blossom in the

lower corner. A few delicate brush strokes—but with what attention

to the smallest detail—and all around it space, not empty but inspired.

The few great things that matter in life can be said in a few words.

If I should ever write—but what?—I would like to brush in a

few words against a wordless background. To describe

the silence and the stillness and to inspire them.

What matters is the right relationship between

words and wordlessness, the wordlessness

in which much more happens than

in all the words one can

string together.

 

Etty Hillesum

 

The mind

can go in a thousand

directions, but on this beautiful

path, I walk in peace. With each step,

the wind blows. With each step,

a flower blooms.

 

Thich Nhat Hanh

 

things are originally peaceful

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Haven’t you

read the ancient worthy’s saying?

“The white clouds are clear and still, and the rivers

flow into the blue sea. The myriad things are

originally peaceful, but people

make trouble for

themselves.”

 

After all,

this statement is completely

accurate and true. If you know what it means

as soon as you hear it mentioned, you can use it to pass

through birth and death to freedom and no longer be obstructed

by the psycho-physical nexus. You will be like a bird getting

out of a cage — independent and free. With a single

stroke you put a stop to all other actions and

talk, and you no longer fall into

secondary views.

 

Yuanwu

 

lovers who burn

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.

 

Rumi

 

 

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.

 

Wei wu Wei Ching, Chapter 47

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