Sensuality is like taking a stick and using it to poke a big red ants’ nest. The more we poke it, the more the red ants come falling on us, onto our face, into our eyes, stinging our ears and eyes. 49 more words
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We’re like a tree with roots, a base, and a trunk. Every leaf, every branch, depends on the roots to absorb nutrients from the soil and send them up to nourish the tree. 55 more words
1 month, 2 weeks ago
When we sit in a quiet forest when there’s no wind, the leaves are still. When the wind blows, the leaves flutter.
The mind is the same sort of thing as leaves. 57 more words
1 month, 3 weeks ago
The streams, lakes, and rivers that flow down to the ocean, when they reach the ocean, all have the same blue color, the same salty taste. 33 more words
We live like a chicken who doesn’t know what’s going on. In the morning it takes its baby chicks out to scratch for food. In the evening, it goes back to sleep in the coop. 171 more words
Leaf of the Tree
GLEANINGS FOUND HERE AND THERE
Love is a light that never dwelleth in a heart possessed by fear.
Look ye not upon the present, fix your gaze upon the times to come. 107 more words
2 months ago
When do you learn things?
When they’re easy?
–Ajahn Chah (as quoted by Jack Kornfield)
What are you noticing about your challenges and difficulties?
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