all this teaching is just for you

the living expression

the Way

were about being

a student of something,

it wouldn’t be alive in the world.

It lives because certain people say to

themselves, “All this teaching is

just for me. I am the living

expression of

this.”

This

isn’t arrogant.

This is humbly keeping the

buddhas, Lao Tzu, Lalla, Rumi, Suzuki,

Bahauddin, Yuanwu, all of them, alive in the

world. Only you can accomplish this.

You are the only

one.

Wei wu Wei Ching, Chapter 13

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this switching trick

it’s right here

You fear losing a certain

eminent position. You hope to gain something

from that, but it comes from elsewhere. Existence does this

switching trick, giving you hope from one source,

then satisfaction from another.

It keeps you bewildered

and wondering, and lets your trust

in the unseen grow.

Jalal al-Din Rumi

the essential

be like a beautifully laid-out park

you are ladybirds and the smell of a garden

You should expect grace,

that which makes life more than

manageable, but you look elsewhere,

wanting some delight other

than that.

Your conscious being,

with what you’ve been given,

should be like a beautifully laid-out park

with wildflowers and cultivated wonders,

a swift stream with places to sit

and rest beside it.

When a grieving person

sees you, he or see should recognize a

refuge, refreshment, a generous house where

one need not bring bread and cheese.

There will be plenty.

Bahauddin, father of Rumi

the drowned book

love is the last thirty-pound bale

the boat goes to the bottom

Love is the

last thirty-pound bale.^*

When you load it on, the

boat tips over.

Jalaluddin Rumi

^*so is everything else

being in harmony is the true way

arthur morris

You disciples and apostles,

you all do the same work, yet you try

to determine who’s above and who’s below.

Each of you thinks you’re special, and in that

vanity you irritate each other mightily.

You think there will not be enough,

so you fight for your portion

like dogs in the street.

Being in harmony

is the true way, not this itch

of greed, this constricted stall where

you and other donkeys get beaten with a stick.

Move instead to the praise-place, inside the

mystery, where prayer is unlimited,

and you feel the delight of

giving homage.