I may or may not have tried all this. And you?
Archive for the ‘Innocence’ Category
In honor of the things that we do to make us healthy
Sunday, April 8th, 2012Priceless
Sunday, April 1st, 2012
It all just takes a little bit of time, it appears
Thursday, February 9th, 2012
This side of the shore
Tuesday, January 31st, 2012
The brilliant lessons I learned
back then
have washed away.
Now there’s room for more.
Letter from the universe to you
Sunday, January 8th, 2012
If you keep saying yes I’ll invite you to more places.
Guerrera que descansa en su propia desnudez
Sunday, October 16th, 2011Every warrior of the light has been afraid to enter a combat.
Every warrior of the light has betrayed and lied in the past.
Every warrior of the light has lost faith in the future.
Every warrior of the light has trodden a path which was not his own.
Every warrior of the light has suffered because of unimportant things.
Every warrior of the light has doubted that he is a warrior of the light.
Every warrior of the light has failed in his spiritual obligations.
Every warrior of the light has said yes when he meant no.
Every warrior of the light has hurt someone he loved.
That is why he and she are warriors of the light:
They had endured all this without losing the hope to improve.
-Paulo Coelho, in Warrior of the Light: A Manual
Dukkha
Saturday, October 15th, 2011
La peor diligencia es la que no se hace
Saturday, July 30th, 2011
I chew on this
Friday, May 20th, 2011
The Ultimate Challenge is to live with integrity.
Days run into weeks, weeks into months
Sunday, November 7th, 2010
Near the place where Zen Master Hakuin lived there happened to be a food store. The owner of the food store had a beautiful unmarried daughter. One day she was found with child. Her parents flew into a rage. They wanted to know the father, but she would not give them the name. After repeated scolding and harassment, she gave up and told them it was the Zen Master. When the child was born they ran to the Zen Master, scolding him with foul tongue, and they left the infant with him. They said to him: “Take care of this child as you’re the father.” The Zen Master said, “Is that so”. That was his only comment.
He accepted the child. He started nourishing and taking care of the child. By this time his reputation had come to an end, and he was an object of mockery. Days ran into weeks, weeks into months and months into years. But there is something called conscience in our human life, and the young girl was tortured by her conscience. She finally disclosed to her parents the name of the child’s real father, a man who worked in a fish market. The parents again flew into a rage. At the same time, sorrow and humiliation tortured the household. They came running to the spiritual Master, begged his pardon, narrated the whole story and then took the child back as they said to him: “You don’t need to take care of this child anymore as you’re not his father.”
His only comment was: “Is that so.”
(Taken, with light editing, from Reps, Paul; Nyogen Senzaki. Zen Flesh, Zen Bones: A Collection of Zen and Pre-Zen Writings)
