When we finally know we are dying, and all other sentient beings are dying with us, we start to have a burning, almost heartbreaking sense of the fragility and preciousness of each moment and each being, and from this can grow a deep, clear, limitless compassion for all beings. — Sogyal Rinpoche, The Tibetan Book… Continue reading Sogyal Rinpoche
When we finally know we are dying, and all other sentient beings are dying with us, we start to have a burning, almost heartbreaking sense of the fragility and preciousness of each moment and each being, and from this can grow a deep, clear, limitless compassion for all beings. — Sogyal Rinpoche, The Tibetan Book… Continue reading Sogyal Rinpoche
Drawing diagrams I measuredMovements of the stars;Though her tender flesh is nearHer mind I cannot measure. —Tsangyang Gyatso, The Turquoise Bee: The Tantric Lovesongs of the Sixth Dalai Lama. (Harpercollins; 1st edition March 1994)
I have emotionsthat are like newspapers thatread themselves. I go for days at a timetrapped in the want ads. I feel as if I am an adfor the sale of a haunted house: 18 rooms$37,000I’m yoursghosts and all. — Richard Brautigan, “Real Estate,” June 30, June 30. (Delacorte Press; 1st edition August 1978)
Too lazy to be ambitious,I let the world take care of itself. Ten days worth of ricein my bag.A bundle of twigsby the fireplace. Why chatter about delusion or enlightenment? Listening to the night rain on my roof,I sit comfortablywith both legs stretched out. —Ryokan
Pain is not a punishment, pleasure is not a reward. ― Pema Chödrön, Comfortable with Uncertainty: 108 Teachings on Cultivating Fearlessness and Compassion. (Shambhala December 30, 2003)
Compassion is not a relationship between the healer and the wounded. It’s a relationship between equals. Only when we know our own darkness well can we be present with the darkness of others. Compassion becomes real when we recognize our shared humanity. — Pema Chödrön, The Places That Scare You: A Guide to Fearlessness in… Continue reading Pema Chödrön
In her sweetness where she folds my woundsthere is a flower that bees cannot afford.It is too rich for them and would changetheir wings into operas and all their honeyinto the lonesome maps of a nonexistentCalifornia county.When she has finished folding all my woundsshe puts them away in a dresser where thedrawers smell like the… Continue reading Richard Brautigan
We have a tendency to think in terms of doing and not in terms of being. We think that when we’re not doing anything, we’re wasting our time. But that’s not true. Our time is first of all for us to be. To be what? To be alive, to be peaceful, to be joyful, to… Continue reading Thich Nhat Hanh
Whenyou wake upfrom death,you will find yourselfin my arms,andI will bekissing youandIwill be crying. — Richard Brautigan, “If I should die before you do,” The Edna Webster Collection of Undiscovered Writings. (Mariner Books; First Edition edition September 16, 1999)
The Vale of Soul-Making 