a treasure hidden inside

this magnificent heart, born on this day

 

Do not go

about worshipping

deities and religious institutions

as the source of the subtle truth.

To do so is to place intermediaries

between yourself and the divine,

and to make of yourself a beggar

who looks outside for a treasure

that is hidden inside his

own breast.

 

If you want to worship the tao,

first discover it in your own heart.

Then your worship will

be meaningful.
 

Hua hu Ching, Chapter 17

 

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without attachment to anything

anna gudauskas

 

There 

is nothing that 

is impure, nothing in need of

elimination, no place to go, not a thing to

obtain. Shed the duality that you are a seeker 

in search of some attainment. Just be

as you are, without attachment

to anything, anyone,

any state, any

ideal.  

 

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how long can a phantom-like body last?

okamura koichi

 

Don’t

seek fame or

fortune, glory or prosperity.

Just pass this life as is, according to

circumstances. When the breath is gone, who is in

charge? After the death of the body, there is only an empty

name. When your clothes are worn, repair them over and

over; when you have no food, work to provide. How

long can a phantom-like body last? Would you

increase your ignorance for the sake

of its idle concerns?

 

Tung-shan

 

men raise children on trivialities

galadriel thompson

 

It certainly wasn’t

fish who discovered water or

birds the air. Men built houses in part

out of embarrassment by the stars and raised

their children on trivialities because they had butchered

the god within themselves. The politician standing on

the church steps thrives within the grandeur

of this stupidity, a burnt out lamp

who never imagined

the sun.

 

Jim Harrison

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