The first stage of
worship is
silence.
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with each step, a flower blooms
A lot
of unimportant inner
litter and bits and pieces have
to be swept out first. Even a small head
can be piled high inside with irrelevant distractions.
True, there may be edifying emotions and thoughts, too, but
the clutter is ever present. So let this be the aim of the meditation:
to turn one’s innermost being into a vast empty plain, with none
of that treacherous undergrowth to impede the view. So that
something of “God” can enter you, and something of “Love,”
too. Not the kind of love-de-luxe that you can revel in
deliciously for half an hour, taking pride in
how sublime you feel, but the love
you can apply to small,
everyday things.
…
Looked
at Japanese prints
with Glassner this afternoon.
That’s how I want to write. With that much
space round a few words. They should simply emphasize
the silence. Just like that print with the sprig of blossom in the
lower corner. A few delicate brush strokes—but with what attention
to the smallest detail—and all around it space, not empty but inspired.
The few great things that matter in life can be said in a few words.
If I should ever write—but what?—I would like to brush in a
few words against a wordless background. To describe
the silence and the stillness and to inspire them.
What matters is the right relationship between
words and wordlessness, the wordlessness
in which much more happens than
in all the words one can
string together.
The mind
can go in a thousand
directions, but on this beautiful
path, I walk in peace. With each step,
the wind blows. With each step,
a flower blooms.
the way to enlightenment
The way
to enlightenment
is through emptiness.
Quiet the senses,
forget the body, abandon
concepts and control and contention.
Transform the mind into a pile of cool
ashes, and then do non-doing until
stillness permeates inside
and out.
In this
way you can be
illuminated by the clarity
and silence of the
Oneness.
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the way is without words
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In its essence,
the Way is without words.
All this talking and pointing
and carrying on, only signposts.
Gather too many of them
and they’ll weigh you
down. Just be
silent.
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the earth too is an ephemerid
Mountains,
a moment’s earth-waves
rising and hollowing; the earth
too’s an ephemerid; the stars— short-lived
as grass the stars quicken in the nebula and dry
in their summer, they spiral blind up space, scattered
black seeds of a future; nothing lives long, the whole sky’s
recurrences tick the seconds of the hours of the ages of the gulf
before birth, and the gulf after death is like dated: to labor eighty
years in a notch of eternity is nothing too tiresome, enormous repose
after, enormous repose before, the flash of activity. Surely you never
have dreamed the incredible depths were prologue and epilogue
merely to the surface play in the sun, the instant of life, what is
called life? I fancy that silence is the thing, this noise a found
word for it; interjection, a jump of the breath at that silence;
stars burn, grass grows, men breathe: as a man finding
treasure says ‘Ah!’ but the treasure’s the essence;
before the man spoke it was there, and
after he has spoken he gathers it,
inexhaustible treasure.