If you place your body in the realm
Of equanimity and non-contention,
And let your mind roam in the
Territory of evenness and non-disturbance,
And water them every day with
Fair words and fine deeds of sage worthies,
Then you are sure to progress.
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why prophets were given hardship
this whole universe is the Beloved
Soul guides and prophets
have an innate innocence, but they are
subject to the same consequences as everyone.
If a donkey veers off-course, he will be hit with a stick.
If you do wrong, you will be punished. Abu Bakr said
that steadiness is the central virtue. From the
mind’s stability comes right action
which in turn balances the
intelligence.
They asked me why
prophets were given hardship.
I said it helps to have clear indications.
And I added silently to myself, Be more
humble like someone help captive.
Bow to the one who
can free you.
do not try to reason it out
A hand
shifts our birdcages around.
Some are brought closer. Some move
apart. Do not try to reason it out.
Be conscious of who draws
you and who
not.
carry your heart like a sun
You
could become a
great horseman and help
to free yourself and this world though
only if you and prayer become sweet lovers.
It is a naive man who thinks we are not engaged in a
fierce battle, for I see and hear brave foot soldiers
all around me going mad, falling on the ground
in excruciating pain. You could become a
victorious horseman and carry your
heart through this world like a
life-giving sun though only
if you and God become
sweet lovers.
this world is open sky and dustbin
This world
is an open sky and also a dustbin,
giving life to some and death to others;
the outcomes are not controlled
by this world.
Press
your finger into the world
and put it to your nose. You may smell
sweetness, or you may smell dung.
Discernment is possible in
these matters.
True hearts
stay awake if love is possible. The
others have no need for beauty, nor hope of
it. If you are holding gold in your hand,
don’t imagine ways to turn it
into mud.
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The Old Fool wears
second-hand clothes and fills his belly
with tasteless food, mends holes to make a
cover against the cold, and thus the myriad affairs
of life, according to what comes, are done. Scolded, the
Old Fool merely says, “Fine.” Struck, the Old Fool falls
down to sleep. “Spit on my face, I just let it dry;
I save strength and energy and give you no
affliction.” Paramita is his style; he
gains the jewel within.
Platform Sutra of the Sixth Patriarch
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Forget the body.
Let go of sensations
and obsessions and objects.
Do non-doing to the point that thoughts
cease to arise. Releasing mental constructs and
emotional entanglements, you’ll begin
to flow as a sage. Then let go
of that notion on top
of everything
else.
the lion that was vic chesnutt, may he rest in peace