What’s
the need to bow
and pray, to beg for long life?
Clearly the original spirit is pure.
Shatter space to become free, and
wishing jewels and relics are
all empty names.
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just appreciate each thing
If you can just appreciate
each thing, one by one, then you will
have pure gratitude.
branching streams flow in the darkness
a garden rich in delight
An unspectacular life
may be a garden rich in delight,
in queer paths, perfumed herbs, and
marble cloisters. “I live a life of no major
accomplishments,” said the oldest man
alive. High living is ephemeral, quick
to change; the light soon dims
among tower peaks.
friendship with elderly peasants
those who are like the spring breeze
Association with city people
is not as good as friendship with elderly
peasants. Calling on upper-class mansions is not
as good as getting to know peasant homes. Listening
to the talk of the streets and alleys is not as good as hearing
the songs of the woodcutters and shepherds. Talking
about the moral failures and professional blunders
of people today is not as good as retelling
the fine words and noble deeds
of people of old.
meditation must include laughter
As for sitting in meditation,
that is something which must include
fits of ecstatic blissful laughter, brayings
that will make you slump to the ground clutching
your belly, and even after that passes and you
struggle to your feet, will make you fall
anew in further contortions of
sidesplitting mirth.