May your eye go to the sun, your life’s breath to the wind.
Go to the sky or earth, as is your nature; or go to the waters if that is your fate. Take root in the plants with all your limbs.
-Rig Veda

You have done well
In the contest of madness.
You were brave in that holy war.
You have all the honourable wounds
Of one who has tried to find love.
~ Hafiz

Studying texts and stiff meditation
can make you lose your Original Mind.
A solitary tune by a fisherman, though,
can be an invaluable treasure.
Dusk rain on the river,
the moon peeking in and out of the clouds;

Elegant beyond words,
he chants his songs night after night.

~ Ikkyu

The Master doesn't try to be powerful;
thus he is truly powerful.
The ordinary man keeps reaching for power;
thus he never has enough.

The Master does nothing,
yet he leaves nothing undone.
The ordinary man is always doing things,
yet many more are left to be done.

The kind man does something,
yet something remains undone.
The just man does something,
and leaves many things to be done.
The moral man does something,
and when no one responds
he rolls up his sleeves and uses force.

When the Tao is lost, there is goodness.
When goodness is lost, there is morality.
When morality is lost, there is ritual.
Ritual is the husk of true faith,
the beginning of chaos.

Therefore the Master concerns himself
with the depths and not the surface,
with the fruit and not the flower.
He has no will of his own.
He dwells in reality,
and lets all illusions go.

~ Lao Tzu
'Tao Te Ching'

One day Mara, the Evil One, was travelling through the villages of India with his attendants. he saw a man doing walking meditation whose face was lit up on wonder. The man had just discovered something on the ground in front of him. Mara’s attendant asked what that was and Mara replied, "A piece of truth."
"Doesn’t this bother you when someone finds a piece of truth, O Evil One?" his attendant asked. "No," Mara replied. "Right after this, they usually make a belief out of it."

The lotus flower
Is unstained by mud;
This single dewdrop,
Just as it is,
manifests the real body of truth.
- Ikkyu

The sun in my eyes,
the sky my face,
my breath the wind,
mountains and rivers
turn out to be me.
- Sasaki Doppo

You have no idea how hard I've looked
for a gift to bring You.
Nothing seemed right.
What's the point of bringing gold to
the gold mine, or water to the ocean.
Everything I came up with was like
taking spices to the Orient.
It's no good giving my heart and my
soul because you already have these.
So I've brought you a mirror.
Look at yourself and remember me.
~Rumi

Simplicity, patience, compassion.
These three are your greatest treasures.
Simple in actions and thoughts, you return to the source of being.
Patient with both friends and enemies,
you accord with the way things are.
Compassionate toward yourself,
you reconcile all beings in the world.
-Lao Tzu, [Tao Te Ching]

Once you stop clinging and let things be, you’ll be free.. You’ll transform everything And you’ll be at peace wherever you are.
~Bodhidharma

“ Namo Tassa Bhagavato Arahato Sammasam-Buddhassa “ ; “ Buddham Saranam Gaccham i“ ; " Dhammam Saranam Gaccham i“ ; “ Samgham Saranam Gaccham i“

“ Not To Do Any Evil “ ;
“ To Cultivate Good “ ;
“ To Purify One’s Mind “ ;
( This Is The Teaching Of Buddhas )

“ Though One Should Live A Hundred Years, Without Wisdom And Control ; Yet Better , Indeed , Is The Single Day’s Life Of One Who Is Wise And Meditative “.
( Dhammapada ; Chapter 111. ) “

“ Some Are Born In The Womb ( i.e. human abode ); The Evil Doers Are Born In The Hell ; The Well-Doing Go To Heaven ; The Undefiled Ones ( Arahantas ) Become Extinct ( i.e. pass away in to NABBANA ) “
( Dhammapada ; Chapter 126. ) “

“ It Is Difficult To Be Born As A Man ; Hard Is The Life Of Morals ; Hard Is The Hearing Of The SUBLIME TRUTH; RARE Is The APPEARANCE OF THE AWAKENED ONES ( BUDDHAS.) “
( Dhammapada ; Chapter 182. )

“When the mind runs after the wandering senses,
then it carries away one’s understanding,
as the wind carries away a ship on the waters.
Therefore the wisdom of him whose senses are withdrawn
from the objects of the senses stands firm”
-Bhagavad Gita

In love, nothing exists between heart and heart. Speech is born out of longing, True description from the real taste. The one who tastes, knows; the one who explains, lies. How can you describe the true form of Something In whose presence you are blotted out? And in whose being you still exist? And who lives as a sign for your journey? ~Rabia al-Basri (Female Sufi Mystic)

Wake, butterfly
It's late, we've miles
To go together.
-Basho