
Perfection of character
lies in this: to live each day as though
it were your last, without turmoil,
without listlessness, and
without pretense.

Perfection of character
lies in this: to live each day as though
it were your last, without turmoil,
without listlessness, and
without pretense.

Love is to see
what is good and beautiful in
everything. It is to learn from everything,
to see the gifts of God and the generosity
of God in everything. It is to
be thankful for all of
God’s bounties.
This is the first step
on the road to the love of God.
This is just a seed of love. In time,
the seed will grow and become a tree
and bear fruit. Then, whoever tastes of
that fruit will know what real love is.
It will be difficult for those who
have tasted to tell of it to
those who have not.
Reality
and the buddha dharma
are one and the
same.

If people don’t love life,
they won’t fear death, and threatening
them with it won’t work. If people have lives worth
living, then the threat of death is meaningful,
and they’ll do what is right
to avoid it.
Killing
should be the province
of the great executioner alone.
Trying to take his place and kill is like
cutting wood in the place of the
master carpenter: chances
are you’ll hurt your
own hand.
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The spiritual athlete often changes the color of his clothes,
and his mind remains gray and loveless.
He sits inside a shrine room all day,
so that the Guest has to go outdoors and praise the rocks.
Or he drills holes in his ears, his hair grows
enormous and matted,
people mistake him for a goat…
He goes out into wilderness areas, strangles his impulses,
and makes himself neither male nor female…
He shaves his skull, puts his robe in an orange vat,
reads the Bhagavad-Gita, and becomes a terrific talker.
Kabir says: Actually you are going in a hearse
to the country of death,
bound hand and foot!

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.