all this teaching is just for you

the living expression

 

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

buddhasLao Tzu, Lalla, Rumi, Suzuki,

BahauddinYuanwu, all of them, alive in the

world. Only you can accomplish this. 

You are the only

one.

 

Wei wu Wei Ching, Chapter 13

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inner wealth and outer fortune

anne hardy

 

Inner wealth

consists of modesty, balance,

understanding, and compassion for others.

When you have achieved this, your

outer fortune will be

unlimited.

 

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from The I Ching, or Book of Changes

Hexagram 48, Ching / The Well

 

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not afraid to forget who you are

morten brekkevold

 

When you are not

afraid to forget who you are,

life in the kitchen, or life in the office,

might contain huge and overwhelming happiness.

Everything you look at, the door, the walls meeting in the

corner of the room, the light shining on the cell phone, might be

so alive that it looks back. Other people might not be who you

thought they were. Family members might be as fresh

and surprising as strangers. And you, whom you

have only apparently known all your life,

might be fresh and surprising

to yourself too.

 

John Tarrant

bring me the rhinoceros

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the pain of being stretched

bisa butler

 

Tagore says:

‘When the string of the violin

was being tuned it felt the pain of being

stretched, but once it was tuned then it knew why it

was stretched’. So it is with the human soul. While the soul

goes through pain, torture and trouble it thinks that it would

have  been much better if it had gone through life without

it. But once it reaches the culmination of it then,

when it looks back, it begins to realize why

all this was meant: it was only meant

to tune the soul to a

certain pitch.

 

Hazrat Inayat Khan

wahiduddin’s web

 

spend your days silencing your mind

silent and still

 

Once you

merge your tracks

into the stream of zen,

you spend your days silencing

your mind and studying with your

whole being. You realize that this Great Cause

is not obtained from anyone else but is just a matter

of taking up the task boldly and strongly, and making constant

progress. Day by day you shed your delusions, and day by day you

enhance your clarity of mind. Your potential for enlightened perception

is like fine gold that is to be refined hundreds and thousands of times.

What is essential for getting out of the dusts, what is basic for

helping living creatures, is that you must penetrate

through freely in all directions and arrive at

peace and security free from doubt and

attain the stage of great

potential and great

function.

 

This work

is located precisely in

your own inner actions. It is just

a matter of being in the midst of the interplay

of the myriad causal conditions every day, in the confusion

of the red dusts, amid favorable and adverse circumstances and

gain and loss, appearing and disappearing in their midst,

without being affected and turned around by

them, but on the contrary, being able

to transform them and turn

them around.

 

…When you

go on grinding and polishing

like this for a long time, you are liberated

right in the midst of birth and death, and you look upon

the world’s useless reputation and ruinous projects as mere dust

in the wind, as a dream, as a magical apparition, as an

optical illusion. Set free, you pass through the

world. Isn’t this what it means to be a

great saint who has emerged from

the dusts of sensory

attachments?

 

Yuanwu

zen letters