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I am home

thomas — Fri, 22 Apr 2011 10:44:18 +0000

I have arrived
I am home
in the here
in the now
I am Solid
I am free
in the Ultimate
I dwell

Thich Nhat Hanh

Reference:
The Long Road Turns to Joy: Guide to Walking Meditation

Here it is

thomas — Thu, 07 Apr 2011 11:57:33 +0000

Here it is – right now. Start thinking about it and you miss it.

Huang Po

The Moon Waxes and Wanes

thomas — Mon, 10 May 2010 06:07:57 +0000

The moon waxes and wanes
Tides ebb and flow.
Emotion moves up and down.
Only achieved ones enjoy
The smooth flow of nature.

Reference:
Moonlight in the Dark Night
by Hua-Ching Ni
ISBN 0937064440

Der blinde Knabe

thomas — Tue, 29 Dec 2009 09:07:16 +0000

An allen Türen blieb der blinde Knabe,
auf den der Mutter bleiche Schönheit schien,
und sang das Lied, das ihm sein Leid verliehn:
“Oh hab mich lieb, weil ich den Himmel habe.”
Und alle weinten über ihn.

An allen Türen blieb der blinde Knabe.

Die Mutter aber zog ihn leise mit;
weil sie die andern alle weinen schaute.
Er aber, der nicht wußte, wie sie litt,
und nur noch tiefer seinem Dunkel traute,
sang: “Alles Leben ist in meiner Laute.”

Die Mutter aber zog ihn leise mit.

So trug er seine Lieder durch das Land.
Und als ein Greis ihn fragte, was sie deuten,
da schwieg er, und auf seiner Stirne stand:
Es sind die Funken, die die Stürme streuten,
doch einmal werd ich breit sein wie ein Brand.

So trug er seine Lieder durch das Land.

Und allen Kindern kam ein Traurigsein.
Sie mußten immer an den Blinden denken
und wollten etwas seiner Armut weihn;
er nahm sie lächelnd an den Handgelenken
und sang: “Ich selbst bin kommen euch beschenken.”

Und allen Kindern kam ein Traurigsein.

Und alle Mädchen wurden blaß und bang.
Und waren wie die Mutter dieses Knaben,
der immer noch in ihren Nächten sang.
Und fürchteten: wir werden Kinder haben, -
und alle Mütter waren krank..

Da wurden ihre Wünsche wie ein Wort
und flatterten wie Schwalben um die Eine,
die mit dem Blinden zog von Ort zu Ort:
“Maria, du Reine,
sieh, wie ich weine.
Und es ist seine
Schuld. In die Haine
führ ihn fort!”

Bei allen Bäumen blieb der blinde Knabe,
auf den der Mutter müde Schönheit schien,
und sang das Lied, das ihm sein Leid verliehn:
“Oh hab mich lieb, weil ich den Himmel habe -”
Und alle blühten über ihm.

Links:
Rainer Marie Rilke wikipedia.org

The Master of Demon Valley

thomas — Wed, 19 Aug 2009 11:46:52 +0000

The world has no constant values, events has no constant guide.

When others act, I am still; When others talk I listen. If you know your nature, you’ll have few troubles; if you know your destiny, you won’t worry.

Reference:
Alchemists, Mediums, and Magicians: Stories of Taoist Mystics
by Thomas Cleary
ISBN: 9781590306598

p. 14

Know Thyself

thomas — Wed, 29 Jul 2009 09:55:13 +0000

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;
The proper study of mankind is Man.
Placed on this isthmus of a middle state,
A being darkly wise and rudely great:
With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side,
With too much weakness for the Stoic’s pride,
He hangs between; in doubt to act or rest,
In doubt to deem himself a God or Beast,
In doubt his mind or body to prefer;
Born but to die, and reasoning but to err;
Alike in ignorance, his reason such
Whether he thinks too little or too much:
Chaos of thought and passion, all confused;
Still by himself abused, or disabused;
Created half to rise and half to fall;
Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all;
Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled:
The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!

Alexander Pope

Links:
Alexander Pope wikipedia.org

A real human being

thomas — Fri, 31 Oct 2008 10:05:32 +0000

I dwell in spiritual tipsiness, looking into the meaning of mellowness.

I do not know why there is a profound smile on my lips,
neither do I care to find out.

Lighting up me entire body,
filling it to the brim with nothing.

I die to my self.

Not knowing who I am,
or where I am.

Lost to the world,
entering Heaven.

Walking the earth,
returning from bliss.

The spark of tipsiness has lit my life.
How can anything be the same.

Learning how to die moment by moment. In an instant a real human being.

The ego is a monkey

thomas — Sun, 19 Oct 2008 00:33:52 +0000

The ego is a monkey catapulting through the jungle: Totally fascinated by the realm of the senses, it swings from one desire to the next, one conflict to the next, one self-centered idea to the next. If you threaten it, it actually fears for its life. Let this monkey go. Let the senses go. Let desires go. Let conflicts go. Let ideas go. Let the fiction of life and death go. Just remain in the center, watching. And then forget that you are there.

Hua Hu Ching X

Anuttara samyaksambodhi

thomas — Fri, 26 Sep 2008 09:07:42 +0000

This means “complete, unsurpassed, perfect enlightment.” Notice, though, that the sutra first says the bodhisattva has nothing to attain and that, because of having nothing to attain, he attains complete liberation. You can’t attain liberation the way you attain a 1968 Camaro or D-plus on a math test. You can only attain liberation by clearly seeing there is nothing to attain.

Reference:
Hardcore Zen: Punk Rock Monster Movies & the Truth About Reality
by Brad Warner
ISBN 9780861713806

Link:
Buddhahood wikipedia.org

p. 81

The Road Not Taken

thomas — Thu, 25 Sep 2008 07:04:07 +0000

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

I’m sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden back.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost