Monday, July 16, 2012

Attitude toward Death

Live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.
Trouble no one about his religion.
Respect others in their views
and demand that they respect yours.
Love your life, perfect your life,
beautify all things in your life.
Seek to make your life long
and of service to your people.
Prepare a noble death song for the day
when you go over the great divide.
Always give a word or sign of salute when meeting
or passing a friend, or even a stranger, if in a lonely place.
Show respect to all people, but grovel to none.
When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light,
for your life, for your strength.
Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living.
If you see no reason to give thanks,
the fault lies in yourself.
When your time comes to die, be not like those
whose hearts are filled with fear of death,
so that when their time comes they weep and pray
for a little more time to live their lives over again
in a different way.
Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.

~ The Teaching of Tecumseh

Sunday, July 15, 2012

On death

"You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heath of life? The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light. If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are one, even as the river and sea are one." Excerpted from 'The Prophet' by Kahlil Gibran

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Right time

"When we don’t learn lessons at the right time, nature will compel us to learn the same lessons at a wrong time."

Saturday, July 7, 2012

The dead have peace...

The dead they sleep a long, long sleep;
The dead they rest, and their rest is deep;
The dead have peace, but the living weep.
~Samuel Hoffenstein

Friday, July 6, 2012

Peace my heart...

Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.
Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence.
I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.
~ Rabindranath Tagore

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Be the change

“We must be the change we wish to see in the world.” ~ Mahatma Gandhi

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Acquire silence

"Train the mind to acquire silence because if the mind is silent, there is a great possibility of clarity on the thoughts."

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

What rules?

"There is no definition for a good day or a bad day, it all depends on us and our thoughts that whether we rule the day or the day rules us."

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Do good

Life is like echo, all comes back, the Good, the Bad, the False, the True…
So, give the world the best you have and the best will surely come back!

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Know nothing


“The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.” ~ Socrates

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Think for yourself

"To find yourself, think for yourself” ~ Socrates

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Truth

"Do not be angry with me if I tell you the truth” ~ Socrates

Saturday, April 28, 2012

The richest

“He is the richest who is content with the least” ~ Socrates

Friday, April 27, 2012

Beautiful within

“I pray thee, O God that I may be beautiful within” ~ Socrates

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Living rightly

“It is not living that matters, but living rightly." ~ Socrates

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Temper

A Zen student came to Bankei and complained: "Master, I have an ungovernable temper. How can I cure it?"


"You have something very strange," replied Bankei. "Let me see what you have."

"Just now I cannot show it to you," replied the other.

"When can you show it to me?" asked Bankei.

"It arises unexpectedly," replied the student.

"Then," concluded Bankei, "it must not be your own true nature. If it were, you could show it to me at any time. When you were born you did not have it, and your parents did not give it to you. Think that over."

Saturday, April 14, 2012

The stone in mind

Hogen, a Chinese Zen teacher, lived alone in a small temple in the country. One day four traveling monks appeared and asked if they might make a fire in his yard to warm themselves.


While they were building the fire, Hogen heard them arguing about subjectivity and objectivity. He joined them and said: "There is a big stone. Do you consider it to be inside or outside your mind?"

One of the monks replied: "From the Buddhist viewpoint everything is an objectification of mind, so I would say that the stone is inside my mind."

"Your head must feel very heavy," observed Hogen, "if you are carrying around a stone like that in your mind."

Monday, April 9, 2012

A drop of water

A Zen master named Gisan asked a young student to bring him a pail of water to cool his bath.

The student brought the water and, after cooling the bath, threw on to the ground the little that was left over.

"You dunce!" the master scolded him. "Why didn't you give the rest of the water to the plants? What right have you to waste even one drop of water in this temple?"

The young student attained Zen in that instant. He changed his name to Tekisui, which means a drop of water.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Killing

Gasan instructed his adherents one day: "Those who speak against killing and who desire to spare the lives of all conscious beings are right. It is good to protect even animals and insects. But what about those persons who kill time, what about those who are destroying wealth, and those who destroy political economy? We should not overlook them. Furthermore, what of the one who preaches without enlightenment? He is killing Buddhism."

Sunday, April 1, 2012

No Water, No Moon

When the nun Chiyono studied Zen under Bukko of Engaku she was unable to attain the fruits of meditation for a long time.

At last one moonlit night she was carrying water in an old pail bound with bamboo. The bamboo broke and the bottom fell out of the pail, and at that moment Chiyono was set free!

In commemoration, she wrote a poem:

In this way and that I tried to save the old pail
Since the bamboo strip was weakening and about to break
Until at last the bottom fell out.
No more water in the pail!
No more moon in the water!