Those who cultivate purification
must let it come forth from their own
hearts in each individual situation,
covering the entire universe.
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what makes the soul alive?
What makes the soul alive?
It makes itself alive when it strikes its depths
instead of reaching outward. The soul, after coming up
against the iron wall of this life of falsehood, turns
back within itself; it encounters itself, and
this is how it becomes living.
you are the living expression of this
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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this is what you shall do
This
is what you
shall do: Love the earth
and sun and the animals, despise riches,
give alms to every one that asks, stand up for
the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor
to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have
patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat
to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men,
go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young
and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open
air every season of every year of your life, reexamine all you
have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss
whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall
be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only
in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and
face and between the lashes of your eyes
and in every motion and
joint of your
body.
humble and cleansed
Today
while begging,
I got caught in a shower.
For some time, I found shelter
in an old shrine. Laugh if you like at
the one jar and one bowl I own!
Humble and cleansed —
my life a broken
house.