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There is no beginning to practice nor end to enlightenment; There is no beginning to enlightenment nor end to practice.
DogenDogen Students today should live fully every moment of time. This dew-like life fades away; time speeds swiftly. In this short life of ours, avoid involvement in superfluous things and just study the Way.
DogenDogen In the mundane, nothing is sacred. In sacredness, nothing is mundane.
DogenDogen There are those who, attracted by grass, flowers, mountains, and waters, flow into the Buddha Way.
DogenDogen To study the Way is to study the self. To study the self is to forget the self.
DogenDogen Truth is not far away. It is nearer than near. There is no need to attain it, since not one of your steps leads away from it.
DogenDogen Just as parents care for their children, you should bear in mind the whole universe.
DogenDogen People who truly follow the Way would do well to conceal the fact that they are Buddhists.
DogenDogen What is reality? An icicle forming in fire.
DogenDogen Cease from practice based on intellectual understanding, pursuing words, and following after speech.
DogenDogen Do not think you will necessarily be aware of your own enlightenment.
DogenDogen Since it is the practice of enlightenment, that practice has no beginning and since it is enlightenment within the practice, that realization has no end.
DogenDogen People like what is not true and they don’t like what is true.
DogenDogen I asked, “What are words?” The tenzo said, “One, two, three, four, five.” I asked again, “What is practice?” “Nothing in the entire universe is hidden.”
DogenDogen Forgetting oneself is opening oneself
DogenDogen Zazen is an activity that is an extension of the universe. Zazen is not the life of an individual, it’s the universe that’s breathing.
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MoomerMoomer Always show kindness and love to others. Your words might be filling the empty places in someone else heart.
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Ranata SuzukiRanata Suzuki Often all we can do is breathe, even that can be hard sometimes.
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This is what makes us human. But it comes with a costly price: the wound of mortality. Our existence is forever shadowed by the knowledge that we will grow, blossom, and, inevitably, diminish and die.
Irvin D. YalomIrvin D. Yalom Youth is a blossom whose fruit is love; happy is he who plucks it after watching it slowly ripen.
Alexandre DumasAlexandre Dumas Letting a hundred flowers blossom and a hundred schools of thought contend is the policy for promoting the progress of the arts and the sciences and a flourishing culture in our land.
Mao ZedongMao Zedong It is to make it nurture and grow that I write my script- it is directing it that makes my tree blossom and bear fruit.
Akira KurosawaAkira Kurosawa Single-minded devotion engenders deep thought, which expresses itself in action. The Lord’s Light descends on the devotee, His power awakens in him and, as a result, profound inner inquiry blossoms forth.
Anandamayi MaAnandamayi Ma When the fruit appears the blossom drops off. Love of God is the fruit, and rituals are the blossom.
RamakrishnaRamakrishna The rainbows that dangle upon this mist: shatter. Like the smile of a child separated from his mother’s milk for the very first time.from poem Blood and Blossoms
AberjhaniAberjhani We are ever blossoming.
W. ScottW. Scott
