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    The Way Paid Member

    Happiness cannot be forced into existence, nor can it be forced out of it, but it can be held in abeyance. This is what we do when we hang on to things and people and ideas in our minds and refuse to let them go. The mind becomes blocked and the way is dammed up. Being alert, observing the movements of the mind and body in daily life, noticing what is taking place—as opposed to what one wishes would take place, or what one fears might take place, or what one grieves over as having already taken place—is a way of life that is completely free of all self-imposed restrictions and conflicting states of mind. Wisdom and compassion will be allowed to function freely under these circumstances. Views, speech, ways of living, mindfulness, and concentration are unhindered by greed, guilt, hatred, carelessness, complacency, and fear when divisions are seen to be arbitrary and there is no sense of “This is me”; “That is you.” More »
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    The Bodhisattvas Play Ball Paid Member

    You can’t get them to chase a Texas Leaguer,a cheap flare that drops like a duckon to the lip of green outfield,yet they are compelled by The Diamond.The walls, like our lives, are irregular,yet in form, how perfect. There is no scoreboard. They oil their gloves all winter.Each spring they cover the hole,gracefully turn the double play,above the sliding runner,plant and throw, mid-air.   They embrace the pick-off,the ball released to an empty bag.They have answered the knuckleball’s koan.   No one can play the squeeze like them.Grace under pressure,they come flappingdown the third base line,laughing wildly,spikes high.   More »
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    The Cloud of God Paid Member

    It's just a little Shinto shrine: a strong woman could pick it up and carry it away. It sits in a niche in a wall on a nondescript corner of an alley in Kyoto that I pass by every morning, in an otherwise soulless neighborhood of the kind often seen around train stations in cities, especially that early in the day: monolithic apartment blocks, closed-up shops, empty streets. But there is always a flower in… More »
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    The Cloud of God Paid Member

    It's just a little Shinto shrine: a strong woman could pick it up and carry it away. It sits in a niche in a wall on a nondescript corner of an alley in Kyoto that I pass by every morning, in an otherwise soulless neighborhood of the kind often seen around train stations in cities, especially that early in the day: monolithic apartment blocks, closed-up shops, empty streets. But there is always a flower in… More »
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    Afterward Paid Member

    September 20, 2001 We are obliged to cherish and protect this world, The place we humans call our home. So why pointlessly destroy any source Of our world’s prosperity? May the truth of all buddhas in the ten directions Help bring an end to all such deluded actions. May raising the attitude of love and compassion Help peace and happiness spread throughout the world.… More »
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    Untitled, 1952 Paid Member

    “One day I was looking at the red flower patterns of the tablecloth on a table, and when I looked up I saw the same pattern covering the ceiling, the windows and the walls, and finally all over the room, my body and the universe. I felt as if I had begun to self-obliterate, to revolve in the infinity of endless time and the absoluteness of space, and be reduced to nothingness.… “One day I was looking at the red flower patterns of the tablecloth on a table, and when I looked up I saw the same pattern covering the ceiling, the windows and the walls, and finally all over the room, my body and the universe. I felt as if I had begun to self-obliterate, to revolve in the infinity of endless time and the absoluteness of space, and be reduced to nothingness.” More »