i love quotes - Especially the ones that rip you out of your routine and cause you to ponder upon them, ones that are so rivoting that you can't help but to wonder off the beaten path to explore this new reality....words are powerful thoughts, embeded into our being, of who we are and who we desire to be. Words are thoughts
Think of not thinking. How do you think of not thinking? Non-thinking.
Abide in neither thinking nor not thinking.
Thinking is linear and sequential, a separation from the reality that is the subject of thought, and thus is an abstraction rather than the reality itself. Not thinking is suppressive. It cuts away thoughts the moment they arise, making the mind into a great impenetrable mountain — dead, unresponsive. Non-thinking has no such edges. It is the boundless mind of samadhi that neither holds on to, nor lets go of, thoughts. It is the manifestation of the buddha mind in which the dualism of self and other, thinking and not thinking dissolve. This is the dharma of thusness that is the right thought of all the buddhas in the ten directions.
It is non-thinking that is neither intellectual nor based on the subconscious.
non-thinking" is the mind without resistance.
Put your mind in the hara!
Oh, don't mind if it is not clear to you...
'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.' John Keats.
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I have carefully avoided, as far as possible, all extreme heat, cold, extraordinary fatigue, interruption of my usual hours of rest, or staying long in bad air. I likewise, did all that lay in my power to avoid those evils, which we do not find so easy to remove: melancholy, hatred, and other violent passions - which appear to have the greatest influence on our bodies.
Once there lived a village of creatures along the bottom of a great crystal river. The current of the river swept silently over them all - young and old, rich and poor, good and evil, the current going its own way, knowing only its own crystal self.
Each creature in its own manner clung tightly to the twigs and rocks of the river bottom, for clinging was their way of life, and resisting the current what each had learned from birth.
But one creature said at last, 'I am tired of clinging. Though I cannot see it with my eyes, I trust that the current knows where it is going. I shall let go, and let it take me where it will. Clinging, I shall die of boredom.'
The other creatures laughed and said, 'Fool! Let go, and that current you worship will throw you tumbled and smashed by the current across the rocks, and you will die quicker than boredom!'
But the one heeded them not, and taking a breath did let go, and at once was tumbled and smashed by the current across the rocks
Yet in time, as the creature refused to cling again, the current lifted him free from the bottom, and he was bruised and hurt no more.
And the creatures downstream, to whom he was a stranger, cried, 'See a miracle! A creature like ourselves, yet he flies! See the Messiah, come to save us all!'
And the one carried in the current said, 'I am no more Messiah than you. The river delights to lift us free, if only we dare let go. Our true work is this voyage, this adventure.'
But they cried the more, 'Saviour!' all the while clinging to the rocks, and when they looked again he was gone, and they were left alone making legends of a Saviour.
Richard Bach ~ from "Illusions"
I found my favorite on my last trek... it was hanging by a ribbon on a tree in the middle of the meseta... a miles and miles long desert of nothing... there was this tree and I saw the wind moving something. I went to it and looked and there was a paper which said,
"Listen to the Whispering..... Whisper to the Listening...."