Karl Rahner, once said “The Christian of the future will be a mystic or will not exist at all.”
“Sangha building is crucial. If you are without a sangha you lose your practice very soon. In our tradition we say that without the Sangha you are like a tiger that has left his mountain and gone to the lowlands – he will be caught and killed by humans. If you practise without a Sangha you are abandoning your practice”
Bhagavad Gita text in English
“A human being is a part of a whole, called by us ‘universe’, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest… a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.”
Not reliant on the written word,
A special transmission separate from the scriptures;
Direct pointing at one’s mind,
Seeing one’s nature, becoming a Buddha.
— Bodhidharma (?-526 A.D.)
One night a man was crying,
His lips grew sweet with the praising,
until a cynic said,
“So! I have heard you
calling out, but have you ever
gotten any response?”
The man had no answer for that.
He quit praying and fell into a confused sleep.
He dreamed he saw Khidr, the guide of souls,
in a thick, green foliage,
“Why did you stop praising?”
“Because I’ve never heard anything back.”
“This longing you express
is the return message.”
The grief you cry out from
draws you toward union.
Your pure sadness that wants help
is the secret cup.
Listen to the moan of a dog for its master.
That whining is the connection.
There are love dogs no one knows the names of.
Give your life to be one of them.
Love and fear / Michael Leunig
There are only two feelings, Love and fear:
There are only two languages, Love and fear:
There are only two activities, Love and fear:
There are only two motives, two procedures,
two frameworks, two results, Love and fear,
Love and fear.
The great Master Dogen said, “To study the Buddha Way is to study the self,
to study the self is to forget the self,
and to forget the self is to be enlightened by the ten thousand things.”
To be enlightened by the ten thousand things is to recognize
the unity of the self and the ten thousand things.
Mulla Nasrudin, as everyone knows, comes from a country where fruit is fruit and meat is meat, and curry is never eaten. One week he was plodding along a dusty Indian road, having newly descended from the high mountains of Kafiristan, when a great thirst overtook him. “Soon,” he said to himself, “I must come across somewhere that good fruit is to be had.” No sooner were the words formed in his brain than he rounded a corner and saw sitting in the shade of a tree a benevolent-looking man with a basket of fruit in front of him. Piled high in the basket were huge, shiny red fruits. “This is what I need,” said Nasrudin. Taking two tiny coppers from the knot at the end of his turban, he handed them to the fruit-seller. Without a word, the man handed him the whole basket, for this kind of fruit is cheap in India, and people usually buy it in smaller amounts. Nasrudin sat down in the place vacated by the fruiterer and started to much the fruits. Within a few seconds, his mouth was burning. Tears streamed down his cheeks; fire was in his throat. The Mulla went on eating. An hour or two passed, and then an Afghan hillman came past. Nasrudin hailed him, “Brother, these infidel fruits must come from the very mouth of Sheitan!” “Fool!” said the hillman. “Hast thou never heard of the chillis of Hindustan? Stop eating them at once, or death will surely claim a victim before the sun is down.” “I cannot move from here,” gasped the Mulla, “until I have finished the whole basketful.” “Madman! those fruits belong in curry! Throw them away at once.” “I am not eating fruit any more,” croaked Nasrudin, “I am eating my money.”
–Idries Shah’s “The Pleasantries of the Incredible Mulla Nasrudin
In coming, nothing is gained.
In going, nothing is lost.
Blue mountains and rivers,
Stones, pine trees, seasons,
John Daido Loori Roshi ?