Sunday, December 28, 2014

dew penetrates my palm-bark coat
on my feet are traveling shoes
my hand holds an old vine staff
again I gaze beyond the dusty world
what more could I want in that land of dreams

         – Han-Shan, as translated by Red Pine, 
                   in  The Collected Songs of Cold Mountain         

Monday, November 24, 2014

Look at the real nature of the harm that is done to you. 

It is as elusive as a drawing on water. 

Let your resentment subside by itself. 

When the stormy waves of thoughts have vanished, the mind becomes like the 

cloudless sky that has nothing to win or lose.

                                                           ~ Shechen Gyaltsap



theg pa chen po'i blo sbyong gi man ngag zab don sbrang rtsi'i bum bzang, pp. 441-444.

SHECHEN GYALTSAP (1871-1926)

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Silence is the universal refuge, the sequel to all dull discourses and all foolish acts, balm to our every chagrin, as welcome after satiety as after disappointment.
Silence is the communing of a conscious soul with itself. If the soul attends for a moment to its own infinity, then and there is silence. She is audible to all men, at all times, in all places, and if we will we may always hearken to her admonitions.
- Henry David Thoreau

Saturday, September 20, 2014


I will have loved my life with passion, embraced it with fervor, cherished every single moment of it.

I will have contemplated with wonder the sky and its running clouds, my brethren the humans, my sisters the flowers and stars.

I will have feasted unceasingly on the treasure of life in all its forms. 

I will not have dwelled in mediocre ambitions, vain hatred, and useless complaints.

I will depart with the belief that there is no end to the flow of life in the universe, that there is no death but only an unceasing change of worlds.


                                                                - Robert Muller