from cicadas of yamadera
to matsushima's matsushima—
ah one basho
Returning, I spread out a simple mat and eat
while chewing on some purple immortals.
I rinse my bowl in a clear pool.
I boil what’s remaining into a soup.
Sitting in sunshine, wrapped in a cloak,
I scan unhurriedly poems of the ancients.
~Cold Mountain (tx-SR)
The guru speaks of one direction:
Outer expression, inner entrance.
That became Lalla’s sacred word and practice.
Thus began my natural naked song and dance.
~Lal Ded (tx-SR)
How long shall you speak in riddles? Paradox bewilders the mind. Now speak clearly so the heart may hear.
The venerable Shams is both my Lord and Master. By his grace, the land of Tabriz is perfume and ambergris.
~Rumi (tx-SR)
The state in which both this and that are no longer known as opposites is called the Heart of the Way. And from the stillness of such a pivot point, all movement and opposition is seen in their immeasurable transformations.
~Zhuangzi (tx-SR)
Ask and you are given.
Seek and one is finding.
Knock and be opened.
For every asking is receiving
and the seeking is the finding
and the knocking is being opened as oneself.
~Jesus from Matthew 7 (tx-SR)
Tao alone is truth.
Formless—it holds an image.
Indistinct—it shelters fact.
Hidden—it embraces essence.
How do I know? It tells me.
~Lao Tzu (tx-SR)
The Secret Knowledge welcomes by speaking accordingly; uttered to you is The Secret Knowledge of the Absolute; just You, The Secret Knowledge, is speaking therefore.
~from Kena Upanishad (tx-SR)
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