Submission to an impersonal and unyielding god: heroic, perhaps tragic, but the surest way to immortalize oneself as a tragedy out of time. Submission to a loving god: hardest of all; the final hurdle, beyond which the submitter never forgets he was standing in opposition to divine love.
Let your conduct be such that your students liberate their future students in the moment that your behaviour is observed.
The triple integrity of bodily coherence, subtle flux and unbounded vision can only exist in action.
Wuzu Fayan said, “It’s as though a water buffalo is passing through a lattice window. Its head, horns, and legs have all gone through. Why can’t its tail go through?” Like squeezing a child to birth the mother.
Bliss, clarity and nonconceptual stillness = Addiction to the feeling-tone of experience, addiction to the apparent “reality” of an experience, and addiction to harmlessness of experience.
Inward, a gathering of sages. Outward, a pool of weightless water. Flesh delivered to the ground, Mind dissolved into the air: Whose moment is this from here? Even a glimpse will slay the first idiot, But how will you handle the millions that follow? In every perception the sphere coalesces, The music starts over, the […]
Transcending thought and no-thought, After washing off the icy stink, Free from the elements or not, What is this wordless nonsense that stays?
Precision brings vulnerability. Teachers incapable of precision must persuade you that only an open heart can open another heart.
“A man ought not to be hypnotised by current doctrines. The ideas which hold sway today are frequently the rejected notions of tomorrow, and only those who have emancipated themselves in advance of their own epoch can help others to do likewise.” — Paul Brunton
The self is a perceptual illusion, the substratum of depth. The ego is a perpetual delusion, the substratum of death.
BEATING THE POISONED DRUM 