If you realize that all things change,
there is nothing you will try to hold on to.
If you aren’t afraid of dying,
there is nothing you can’t achieve.


Trying to control the future
is like trying to take the master carpenter’s place.
When you handle the master carpenter’s tools,
chances are that you’ll cut your hand.

— Tao Te Ching
Think of yourself in a concert hall listening to the strains of the sweetest music when you suddenly remember that you forgot to lock your car. You are anxious about the car, you cannot walk out of the hall and you cannot enjoy the music. There you have a perfect image of life as it is lived by most human beings.
For life to those who have the ears to hear is a symphony; but very, very rare indeed is the human who hears the music.
— Anthony de Mello

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The Master gives himself up
to whatever the moment brings.
He knows that he is going to die,
and he has nothing left to hold on to:
no illusions in his mind,
no resistances in his body.
He doesn’t think about his actions;
they flow from the core of his being.
He holds nothing back from life;
therefore he is ready for death,
as a man is ready for sleep
after a good day’s work.

— Tao Te Ching
When we enter the earth;all of the times we’ve made love will be the rising and parading champagne colossus bloom of flowers,and after when we wanted sweet sleep
we becamethe dead leaves of trees,finewith being crushed by new lovers’ shoes,ready to return togetherinto nothing.

When we enter the earth;
all of the times we’ve made love will be the rising and parading champagne colossus bloom of flowers,
and after when we wanted sweet sleep

we became
the dead leaves of trees,
fine
with being crushed by new lovers’ shoes,
ready to returnĀ 
together
into nothing.

Within Siddhartha there slowly grew and ripened the knowledge of what wisdom really was and the goal of his long seeking. It was nothing but a preparation of the soul, a capacity, a secret art of thinking, feeling, and breathing thoughts of unity at every moment of life. This thought matured in him slowly, and it was reflected in Vasudeva’s old childlike face: harmony, knowledge of the eternal perfection of the world, and unity.
— Hermann Hesse
from true emptiness, the wondrous being appears

from true emptiness, the wondrous being appears