The dark we bury inside
will dig its way out,
if only to see light again.
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- I grew up in Christian fundamentalism, went to hell, came back, became a Presbyterian then a Buddhist Presbyterian, and now I'm a profane Presbyterian Zen Taoist -- not that I'm into labels or anything. Here's what I've learned so far: The more you know, the more you know you don't know.
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-- Master, why will you never speak to me? It would be such comfort to hear another human voice in these last years of life.
- I envy the stones, how they decompose without complaint.
There is a wisdom that sits beyond thought, beyond words and even beyond our holy scriptures.
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REALIZATION-WAY SONG
BY YOKA DAISHI
Like the empty sky
it has no boundaries,
Yet it is right in this place,
ever profound and clear.
When you seek to know it,
you cannot see it.
You cannot take hold of it,
But you cannot lose it.
In not being able to get it,
you get it.
When you are silent,
it speaks;
When you speak,
it is silent.
The great gate is wide open
to bestow alms,
And no crowd is blocking the way.
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