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    Marpa Loses a Son Paid Member

    Milarepa's guru, Marpa the Translator, was an enlightened master who was also a farmer and family mam In the tenth century he returned to Tibet from India, bringing with him the priceless instructions of the whispered oral lineage.
 Marpa's son Dharma Dode was his main disciple and spiritual successor. Once, Dharma Dode was with Marpa in retreat, on the ground floor of the stone castle that had been built by Milarepa. Both Marpa and his wife, Dagmema the Selfless, had forbidden the youth to attend a local festival He had been forewarned by a prophecy spoken through his mother not to ride horses during the retreat period, but the high-spirited young yogi could not resist. He climbed through a window, mounted his magnificent and gaily caparisoned horse, White Raven, and sped off to the village. More »
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    Ananda Weeping at the Doorpost Paid Member

    THE TWELFTH-CENTURY stone carvings at Polonnaruwa in Sri Lanka of the dying Buddha attended by his favorite disciple, Ananda, are among the most luminous works of Buddhist art. Monumental in all senses of the word, the Buddha image is more than forty-six feet long, the image of Ananda nearly twenty-three feet in height. Perhaps surprisingly, the visitor doesn't feel that the makers of this vast ensemble—the patrons and artists who wished and labored here—were pointing to themselves. The conception and workmanship are immensely refined. The scale of the figures creates an encompassing environment, permitting one to enter into the moment and meaning of the Buddha's death; it also "places" one as very small indeed. More »
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    Milarepa Paid Member

    I bow down to all holy Gurus. I am the man called Milarepa,
For possessions I have no desire.Since I never strive to make money,First I do not suffer
Because of making it;
Then I do not suffer
Because of keeping it;
In the end, I do not suffer
Because of hoarding it.
Better far and happier is it
Not to have possessions. Without attachment to kinsmen and companions,I do not seek affection in companionship.
First I do not suffer
Because of heart-clinging;Then I do not suffer
From any quarreling;
In the end I do not suffer
Because of separation.
It is far better to have no affectionate companions. More »
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    Classic Zen Excerpts Paid Member

    Hakuin Japanese Rinzai Zen master (1689—1769) "Is That So?" More »
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    Kakacupama Sutta Paid Member

    FORMERLY, BHIKKHUS, in this same Savatthi there was a housewife named Vedehika. And a good report about Mistress Vedehika had spread thus: "Mistress Vedehika is kind, Mistress Vedehika is gentle, Mistress Vedehika is peaceful." Now Mistress Vedehika had a maid named Kali, who was clever, nimble, and neat in her work. The maid Kali thought: "A good report about my lady has spread thus: 'Mistress Vedehika is kind, Mistress Vedehika is gentle, Mistress Vedehika is peaceful.' How is it now, while she does not show anger, is it nevertheless actually present in her or is it absent? Or else is it just because my work is neat that my lady shows no anger though it is actually present in her? Suppose I test my lady."
So the maid Kali got up late. More »
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    Two Classic Zen Poems Paid Member

    Han-shan Chinese Buddhist hermit who lived on Mount Han-shan (ColdMountain) around the middle of the seventh century I came once to sit on Cold MountainAnd lingered here for thirty years.Yesterday I went to see relatives and friends;Over half had gone to the Yellow Springs.Bit by bit life fades like a guttering lamp,Passes on like a river that never rests.This morning I face my lonely shadowAnd before I know it tears stream down. Today I sat before the cliff,
Sat a long time till mists had cleared.
A single thread, the clear stream runs cold;
A thousand yards the green peaks lift their heads.White clouds—the morning light is still;Moonrise—the lamp of night drifts upward;Body free from dust and stain,
What cares could trouble my mind?
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