The emptiness in the seeing which is called Vision
Transcends definition as something or nothing;
When seeing, is there nothing there?
But if there is an object of sight, there is no Vision.
The profundity that is called Meditation
Lies beyond the presence or absence of mental images;
When there is no mental image there is no object of meditation,
And when there is a point of reference there is no act of meditation.
He whose moral action is called spontaneous activity
Has gone beyond the possibility of choice;
When there is no bias or discrimination, there is no perfect action,
And when there is no accepting or rejecting, where is moral action?
Padma Lingpa’s Dzogchen Song
Separation is only an illusion. Breathe. Allow your heart to open. It is the mountain top, it reaches to heaven. Your belly is the Earth, its fire heats your heart. They meet in unison. Your arm, your finger is the mountain stream. Now pour the tea from the place where heaven and Earth meet in silence. This space is love and can only be shared.
Pine winds and juniper rains first arrive;
Quickly I lift brass bottle to leave bamboo stove.
Waiting until after voices heard all fall silent;
One bowl of Spring Snow surpasses fine wine.
Luo Da Jing’s Song-dynasty poem Tea Sounds
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The very heart which wants to enter the Way is the best teacher.
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I am your incense and for a little while will burn at your shrine.
I have kneaded
your passion into my own clay.
When this body smolders, smoke will rise.
This body’s smoke will flicker and will say only this much-
Whatever breezes pass through’ these touch your breath,
I want to become one with those breezes.
In loving the spiritual,
you cannot despise the earthly.
The purpose of the journey is compassion.
When you have come past the pairs of opposites,
you have reached compassion.
The goal is to bring the jewel back to the world,
to join the two things together.
We are not there until we
can say “yea” to it all.
We sit silently and watch the world around us. This has taken a lifetime to learn. It seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. The young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence. It is a waste, for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox.