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The Human Route


Coming empty-handed, going empty-handed — that is human.

When you are born, where do you come from?

When you die, where do you go?

Life is like a floating cloud which appears.

Death is like a floating cloud which disappears.

The floating cloud itself originally does not exist.

Life and death, coming and going, are also like that.

But there is one thing which always remains clear.

It is pure and clear, not depending on life and death.


Then what is the one pure and clear thing?


~Zen Master Seung Sahn

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Love is light, an understanding, a deep respect for yourself. Fear is darkness, an ungrateful response to existence. Ego is a thief that lives in fear –always running away, always hiding. Awareness is when you realize you do not need crutches to walk. Throw away the crutches– you will fall, but I guarantee you will rise and walk on your own feet.

UG Krishnamurti

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The question ‘Who am I?’ is not really meant to get an answer, the question ‘Who am I?’ is meant to dissolve the questioner.


~Ramana Maharshi

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I believe in all that has never yet been spoken.
I want to free what waits within me
so that what no one has
dared to wish for may for once spring
clear without my contriving.

If this is arrogant, God, forgive me,
but this is what I need to say.
May what I do flow from me like a
river,no forcing and no holding back,
the way it is with children.

Then in these swelling and ebbing currents,
these deepening tides moving out,
returning,I will sing you as no one ever has,
streaming through widening channels
into the open sea.

Rainer Maria Rilke

(Rilke’s Book of Hours:Love Poems to  God, translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)

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The Inner History of a Day

No one knew the
name of this day;
Born quietly from deepest night,
It hid its face in light,
Demanded nothing for itself,
Opened out to offer each of us
A field of brightness that traveled ahead,
Providing in time, ground to hold our footsteps
And the light of thought to show the way.

The mind of the day draws no attention;
It dwells within the silence with elegance
To create a space for all our words,
Drawing us to listen inward and outward.

We seldom notice how each
day is a holy place
Where the eucharist of the ordinary happens,
Transforming our broken fragments
Into an eternal continuity that keeps us.

Somewhere in us a dignity presides
That is more gracious than the smallness
That fuels us with fear and force,
A dignity that trusts the form a day takes.

So at the end of this day,
we give thanks
For being betrothed to the unknown
And for the secret work
Through which the mind of the day
And wisdom of the soul become one.

~ John O’Donohue

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