Flowers,
sesame seed, bowls of fresh water,
a tuft of kusa-grass, all this altar paraphernalia
is not needed by someone who takes
the teacher’s words in and
honestly lives
them.
Full of
longing in meditation,
one sinks into a joy that is free of
any impulse to act and will
not enter a human
birth again.
Meditate
within eternity.
Don’t stay in the mind.
Your thoughts are like a child
fretting near its mother’s breast,
restless and afraid, who with a
little guidance can find the
path of courage.
Abandonment
of self is freedom from desire.
Freedom from desire is freedom from distress.
No this, no that — just exquisite
emptiness.
If
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.
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Enlightenment absorbs this
universe of qualities. When that
merging occurs, there is nothing
but God. This is the only
doctrine.
There is no word for it,
no mind to understand it with,
no categories of transcendence or
non-transcendence, no vow of
silence, no mystical
attitude.
There is no Shiva and
no Shakti in enlightenment,
and if something remains, that
whatever-it-is is the
only teaching.
Let him say
whatever he wants against me.
Let whoever come and say whatever.
Or let them worship me, bringing
their souls here like
flowers.
I’m not part of any of that.
