"No matter how much we like or dislike, or are hurt or maimed by a thought, action or event, our attitudes do not colour the event itself, only our relationship to it. As this is so, no matter how much we stomp or shout or cajole or whine, reality is what it is. In this is sacredness and dignity."

Anzan Hoshin Roshi, Cutting the Cat Into One: the Practice of the Bodhisattva Precepts (Thank you, sharanam)

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prettyworld:

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"Our experience is altogether momentary. From one point of view, each moment is so elusive and so brief that we cannot even think about it before it has gone. From another point of view, this moment is always here, since we know no other moment than the present moment. It is always dying, always becoming past more rapidly than imagination can conceive. Yet at the same time it is always being born, always new, emerging just as rapidly from that complete unknown we call the future. Thinking about it almost makes you breathless."

Alan Watts  (via theslowbicyclist)

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"To look this way is to see. To see is to have vision. To have vision is to understand. To understand is to know. To know is to become. To become is to live fully. To live fully is to matter. And to matter is to become light. And to become light is to be loved. And to be loved is to burn. And to burn is to exist. Off and on."

Robert Fulghum. Another gem from Whiskey River. (via crashinglybeautiful)

crashinglybeautiful:

Moods, movements,
Thoughts and feelings
Ever shifting
Inner patterns
Reflect still
Other inner
Chemical-genetic interacts
Present here
At this moment.
Behind the
Series of events
Which I
Call Me

What is my own?

—William Segal, Openings, (Continuum Publishing, New York, 1999)

"1900: Take piano: keys begin, keys end. You know there are 88 of them. Nobody can tell you any different. They are not infinite. You’re infinite… And on those keys, the music that you can make… is infinite. I like that. That I can live by…"

"1900: Winter comes, you wish it was summer. Summer comes, you live in dread of winter. That’s why we never tire of travel."