How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself anything less than a god.
We are at war between consciousness and nature, between the desire for permanence and the fact of flux. It is ourself against ourselves.
Meditation is the discovery that the point of life is always arrived at in the immediate moment.
The ego is nothing other than the focus of conscious attention.
Buddha’s doctrine: man suffers because of his craving to possess and keep forever things which are essentially impermanent… this frustration of the desire to possess is the immediate cause of suffering.
The mind’s the standard of the man.
We are sick with fascination for the useful tools of names and numbers, of symbols, signs, conceptions and ideas. Meditation is therefore the art of suspending verbal and symbolic thinking for a time, somewhat as a courteous audience will stop talking when a concert is about to begin.
The hallucination of being a separate ego will not stand up to biological tests.
We could say that meditation doesn’t have a reason or doesn’t have a purpose. In this respect it’s unlike almost all other things we do except perhaps making music and dancing. When we make music we don’t do it in order to reach a certain point, such as the end of the composition. If that were the purpose of music then obviously the fastest players would be the best. Also, when we are dancing we are not aiming to arrive at a particular place on the floor as in a journey. When we dance, the journey itself is the point, as when we lay music the playing itself is the point. And exactly the same thing is true in meditation. Meditation is the discovery that the point of life is always arrived at in the immediate moment.
Topics: Courage, Bravery, Dreams
Really, the fundamental, ultimate mystery — the only thing you need to know to understand the deepest metaphysical secrets — is this: that for every outside there is an inside and for every inside there is an outside, and although they are different, they go together.
The life of Zen begins, therefore, in a disillusion with the pursuit of goals which do not really exist the good without the bad, the gratification of a self which is no more than an idea, and the morrow which never comes.
A myth is an image in terms of which we try to make sense of the world.
- D. T. Suzuki Japanese Buddhist Philosopher
- Nagarjuna Indian Buddhist Philosopher
- Pema Chodron American Buddhist Nun
- The 14th Dalai Lama Tibetan Buddhist Religious Leader
- Bertrand A. Russell British Philosopher, Mathematician
- R. G. Collingwood British Historian, Philosopher
- Shantideva Indian Buddhist Scholar
- Robert Thurman American Buddhist Scholar
- John Stuart Mill English Philosopher, Economist
- Colin Wilson British Philosopher