Jan 11 2017

In the night the bells of the mountain temple
Are swung by the wind from the pines.
From my bed of stone by the wintry lamp
I can hear the flowering rain of Buddha.

— Wang Wen-lu
Jan 10 2017
How profoundly silent is the temple of Tao!
Boundless and infinite,
It is the dwelling place of the divine.
The light-hall is wide and high,
Yet awed by silence.
Forgetful of words I roam and rest here
I have discarded the world of fame and profit.
— Ni Tsan (1301-1374)
Jan 09 2017
In all things be a master
Of what you do and say and think.
Be free.
Are you quiet? Quieten your body.
Quieten your mind.
By your own efforts
Waken yourself, watch,
And live joyfully.
Follow the truth of the way.
Reflect upon it.
Make it your own.
Live it.
It will always sustain you.
— Buddha from the Dhammapada
Jan 08 2017
Careful! Even moonlit dewdrops,
If you’re lured to watch,
Are a wall before the Truth.
— Sogyo (1667–1731)
Jan 07 2017
You ask me why I stay on this blue mountain?
I smile but do not answer.
My mind is at ease!
Peach blossoms and flowing streams
Pass away without a trace.
How different from the mundane world!
— Li P’o (701–762)
 
 
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