This is a great little strip about a way of curiosity versus a way of knowledge

This is a great little strip about a way of curiosity versus a way of knowledge

"The Great Way is not difficult for those who have no preferences. When love and hate are both absent, everything becomes clear and undisguised. Make the smallest distinction, however, and heaven and earth are set infinitely apart."

— Sengcan

"Oh thou who art trying to learn the marvel of love from the copybook of reason, I am very much afraid that you will never really see the point."

— Hāfez

Cut out sagacity; discard knowingness,
and the people will benefit an hundredfold.
Cut out “humanity”; discard righteousness,
and the people will regain love of their fellows.
Cut out cleverness; discard the utilitarian,
and there will be no thieves and robbers….
Become unaffected;
Cherish sincerity;
Belittle the personal;
Reduce desires

Lao Tzu

"I maintain that truth is a pathless land, and you cannot approach it by any path whatsoever, by any religion, by any sect. The moment you follow someone you cease to follow truth"

— Jiddu Krishnamurti

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Wenceslaus Hollar. Eneas en el Inframundo. 1680.

Wenceslaus Hollar. Eneas en el Inframundo. 1680.

(Source: lj.rossia.org, via underwaterness)

Ive forgotten the words, and time has escaped from me. Everything has become a faint whisper and doubtful eyes shadow me. A flower has cradled but is ready to re-blossom; the new season, the higher form. The race into the way of will and want and greatness. Not to bestow others, but grow and shepherd through mountains of wilderness.
An old way is weighing me, its shaking my skin and killing my heart. The boy, the man, the mortal, the immortal soul; the path is so simple, for what sin is it made so difficult? Which form of clinging? This is my seeking. The head turns while the body runs; the crab of Cancer.

(Source: zentropista, via 2headedsnake)

"Emptiness here, Emptiness there,
but the infinite universe stands always before your eyes."

Xin Xin Ming, Sosan

Tags: poem zen buddhism

and the gods whept rivers of tears as the mortals battled to the death
down rivers of their own blood they floated in to distant lands;
in each bomb, each blade, each spur of blood,
the mystic wisdoms were fumbled from their hands
down distant dark streams, goodness became lost
and thus saints, pilgrims, holy men and gurus
became lured into the place the devil breeds lust

If I could write my life in words to you, id do it
if i could draw my soul in paint for you, i would,
but the whispering thump that echoes in my heart;
sight of yours
never enough

It’ll thump its whispering beat
just quiet enough
to miss your broken heart.
Here, I shall see you perfect, here i see you still;
quiet form
as you are
such naked beauty when eyes are still.

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"Who would deny that when I am sipping tea in my tea room I am swallowing the whole universe with it and this very moment of the lifting of the bowl to my lips is eternity itself transcending time space?"
D.T Suzuki

"Who would deny that when I am sipping tea in my tea room I am swallowing the whole universe with it and this very moment of the lifting of the bowl to my lips is eternity itself transcending time space?"

D.T Suzuki

(via shamecityshaman)

"I studied yoga. I wondered around in the East. I was fast shuffled by beady-eyed little men in dotes.. I know the whole spiritual supermarket and rigamarole but still, I find nothing there to interest me on the level 5 grams of psilocybin mushrooms in silent darkness."

— Terrence McKenna

"You’re only given one little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it." - Robin Williams.

"You’re only given one little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it." - Robin Williams.

(Source: theeraserhead, via kimkinnear)