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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May all

beings discover that

awakening brings real

happiness.

 

@BuddhismNow

 

 

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.

 

the late & decidedly great

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.

 

Hafiz

 

 

Remind

yourself every morning,

every morning, every morning:

“I’m going to do something. I’ve made a

commitment.” Not for yourself,  but

beyond yourself. You belong to

the collective. Don’t go

wandering off or you

will perish.

 

Rosalie Little Thunder