
A cuckoo’s song beckons me to return home,
Hearing this, I tilt my head to see
Who has told me to turn back;
But do not ask me where I am going,
As I travel in this limitless world,
Where every step I take is my home.
Dogen, 1200 – 1253

A cuckoo’s song beckons me to return home,
Hearing this, I tilt my head to see
Who has told me to turn back;
But do not ask me where I am going,
As I travel in this limitless world,
Where every step I take is my home.
Dogen, 1200 – 1253

Once we believe in ourselves,
we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight,
or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
e.e. cummings

If the doors of perception were cleansed
then everything would appear to man as it is,
Infinite.
William Blake

In the absence of presence there is only that repetitive mental noise, and part of that mental noise is the story of me. It’s the problematic story that is hoping that at some point in the future that it will no longer be problematic, not realizing that what it calls ‘future’ has no actual existence
Eckhart Tolle

For to know nothing is nothing,
not to want to know anything likewise,
but to be beyond knowing anything,
to know you are beyond knowing anything,
that is when peace enters in.
Samuel Beckett, Molloy

Ask the large questions, but seek small answers.
A flower,
or the space between a branch and a rock,
these are enough.
Kent Nerburn