with an ever-living heart

jae c. hong

 

Many seek protection

from all hurting influences by building

some wall around themselves. But the canopy over

the earth is so high that a wall cannot be built high enough,

and the only thing one can do is to live in the midst of all

inharmonious influences, to strengthen his will power

and to bear all things, yet keeping the fineness

of character and a nobleness of manner

together with an ever-living

heart.

 

To become cold with the coldness

of the world is weakness, and to become broken

by the hardness of the world is feebleness, but to live in the world

and yet to keep above the world is like walking on the water. There are two

essential duties for the man of wisdom and love; that is to keep the love

in our nature ever increasing and expanding and to strengthen the

will so that the heart may not be easily broken. Balance is ideal

in life; man must be fine and yet strong, man must

be loving and yet powerful.

 

Hazrat Inayat Khan

the training of the ego

 

remain serene in the unity of things


 

The perfect Way’s like boundless space

Nothing lacking, nothing extra

It is because of choice

That its absolute truth is lost.

Don’t pursue externals;

Don’t dally in the interior void.

When the spirit remains serene

In the unity of things

Dualism vanishes by itself;

When that unity is not clear

There is loss in both directions.

 

Sengcan

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life has some possibility left

joy from the archives

 

If you suddenly

and unexpectedly feel joy,

don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are

plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed

or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often

kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still life has some

possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back, that sometimes

something happened better than all the riches or power in the world.

It could be anything, but very likely you notice it in the instant

when love begins. Anyway, that’s often the case.

Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid

of its plenty. Joy is not made

to be a crumb.

 

Mary Oliver