Wisdom brings a wholeness
which understands its own ignorance.
Someone with a little knowledge denies this,
but those who study their lives long and
diligently know that they do not
know anything.
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the aristocracy of the heart
collect and keep happy experiences
Tawazu’ in Sufic terms
means something more than hospitality.
It is laying before one’s friend willingly what one has,
in other words sharing with one’s friend all the
good one has in life, and with it,
enjoying life better.
When this tendency
to tawazu’ is developed, things that
give one joy and pleasure become more enjoyable by
sharing with another. This tendency comes from the aristocracy
of the heart. It is generosity and even more than generosity. For the
limit of generosity is to see another pleased in his pleasure,
but to share one’s own pleasure with another is greater
than generosity. It is a quality which is foreign
to a selfish person, and the one who
shows this quality is on the
path of saintliness.
in your light i learn how to love
In your light
I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do, and that sight
becomes this art.
what do sad people have in common?
What do sad people
have in common? It seems they
have all built a shrine to the past and
often go there and do a strange
wail and worship.
What is the
beginning of happiness?
It is to stop being so
religious like
that.
In the ch’an perspective
wisdom is a state that is free from
attachments, free from measurement,
free from self-reference and
empty of vexation.
the world is open sky and also 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.
