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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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    Towards a Lightness of Being Paid Member

    HAN SHAN WEEPS at the passing of those he knew and loved. Ryokan sheds a tear at the fate of a wayward teenager. These are tears of compassion, not those of anger, rage, or betrayal. For in the face of life's travails, such beings are essentially unflappable—though their hearts may still break on seeing other people's suffering, their weeping is without attachment. Such, at any rate, is the emotional life of arhats, the Noble Ones of Buddhism, who have extinguished all passions. Theirs is an otherworldly equanimity; the Pali canon, the classic texts of Theravadin Buddhism, describes arhats as being so at peace that they easily "endure heat, cold, hunger, thirst, the touch of mosquitoes, gadflies, wind and creeping things, abusive language, and bodily feelings that are painful, sharp, severe, wretched, miserable, deadly."
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    Treasury of Lives Paid Member

    The life story of the Buddha is one of the central teaching tales in all Buddhist traditions. It is an inspirational story that is meant as a model for all people: a man turns his back on the pleasures and sufferings of human society, sets off on a rigorous path of practice and reflection, attains a state of freedom from suffering, and then teaches the theory and method of his accomplishment to others. Tibetans, who have produced what is possibly the largest collection of sacred literature in the world, adapted the format of the Buddha’s quest for enlightenment to the telling of the life stories of their own religious masters. These biographical works are known in Tibetan as namtar, which literally means “enlightenment.” The Tibetans have produced a dizzying number of them. More »