If each day falls
inside each night,
there exists a well
where clarity is imprisoned.
We need to sit on the rim
of the well of darkness
and fish for fallen light
with patience.
Pablo Neruda
Tag: heart
Beyond our feeble words
Some Taoist wisdom for the journey. Real relationship with what is deepest in our hearts is something we know instinctive and survives our poor words and concepts:
I confess that there is nothing to teach:
There is no religion, no science, no writings, which will really show your mind the Way.
Today I speak in this way, tomorrow in another,
but always the Path is beyond words and beyond mind.
Lao Tzu (attributed), The Huahujing
The Buddhists say there are 149 ways to God.
I’m not looking for God, only for myself, and that is far more complicated.
Jeanette Winterson, Sexing the Cherry
Whats really important
Often we run around busy, giving importance to this and that, and yet what is deepest in our heart remains there unchanged, like flowers within.
We have been sold a lifestyle,
when what our soul desired was life.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer
The mountain slopes crawl with lumberjacks,
Axing everything in sight
Yet crimson flowers burn along the stream.
Chin-doba
Have confidence that you are enough
Good instructions when you are feeling fragmented or small, or when you are giving too much power over to others.
Settle the self on the self
and let your life force blossom
Zen instruction, from my current reading : Blanche Hartman, Seeds for a Boundless Life: Zen Teachings from the Heart
Ways into life
I believe that anybody can find a way into the world:
some landscape, a particular room, neighborhood street, a building such as a barn with its smells, or a thing privately treasured, for instance a baseball glove or a pair of shoes. “All things are full of Gods” is an ancient Greek saying; “In my Fathers house are many mansions”, a Christian one. These suggest that there is something divine even in the baseball glove and the neighborhood street.
James Hillman
More teaching in nature
Following on from yesterdays post…Issa’s poems are very simple and very beautiful
Simply trust:
Do not the petals flutter down,
Just like that?
Issa (1763-1828), Japanese Buddhist poet
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