Silence reveals itself only to itself. Only when we enter as nothing and stay as nothing, will silence open its secret. ― Adyashanti, Emptiness Dancing. (Sounds True; 2nd edition, May 1, 2006) Orriginally published 2004. Advertisements
Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn, a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter. If your mind isn’t clouded by unnecessary things, this is the best season of your life. —Wu Men, from The Enlightened Heart: An Anthology of Sacred Poetry. Translated by Stephen Mitchell (Harper and Row, 1989)
For Marcia I want your hair to cover me with maps of new places, so everywhere I go will be as beautiful as your hair. — Richard Brautigan, “Map Shower,” The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster. (Dell Pub Co; Reissue edition, June 1969) Originally published 1968.
Don’t be a cunt. — Buddha (c. 563 BCE/480 BCE – c. 483 BCE/400 BCE)
It is raining today in the mountains. It is a warm green rain with love in its pockets for spring is here, and does not dream of death. — Richard Brautigan, from “The Return of the Rivers,” The Return of the Rivers. (Inferno Press May 1957 )
Keep your heart clear And transparent, And you will Never be bound. A single disturbed thought Creates ten thousand distractions. — Ryokan
Beautiful, sobbing high-geared fucking and then to lie silently like deer tracks in the freshly-fallen snow beside the one you love. That’s all. — Richard Brautigan, “Deer Tracks,” Rommel Drives On Deep into Egypt. (Delacorte Pr January 1979)