I am one

Who eats his breakfast,

Gazing at the morning glories.

 

–Basho

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“It is sometimes discouraging to see how small the Christian peace movement is, and especially here in America where it is most necessary. But we have to remember that this is the usual pattern, and the Bible has led us to expect it. Spiritual work is done with disproportionately small and feeble instruments. And now above all when everything is so utterly complex, and when people collapse under the burden of confusions and cease to think at all, it is natural that few may want to take on the burden of trying to effect something in the moral and spiritual way, in political action. Yet this is precisely what has to be done.
[T]he great danger is that under the pressure of anxiety and fear, the alternation of crisis and relaxation and new crisis, the people of the world will come to accept gradually the idea of war, the idea of submission to total power, and the abdication of reason, spirit and individual conscience. The great peril of the cold war is the progressive deadening of conscience.
[I] rely very much on your help and friendship. Send me anything you think will be of service to the cause of peace, and pray that in all things I may act wisely.”

Thomas Merton. “Letter to Jean and Hildegard Goss-Mayer.” The Hidden Ground of Love. Letters, Volume 1. William H. Shannon. editor. New York: Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1985: 325-326

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To have some deep feeling about Buddhism

is not the point;

we just do what we should do,

like eating supper and going to bed.

This is Buddhism!

 

–Suzuki Roshi

 

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Now I, the perfect forethought of all, transformed myself into my offspring. I existed first and went down every path.

I am the abundance of light,

I am the remembrance of fullness.

I went into the realm of great darkness and continued until I entered the midst of the prison. The foundations of chaos shook, and I hid from them because of their evil, and they did not recognize me.

Again I returned, a second time, and went on. I had come from the inhab­itants of light I, the remembrance of forethought.

I entered the midst of darkness and the bowels of the underworld, turning to my task. The foundations of chaos shook as though to fall upon those who dwell in chaos and destroy them. Again I hurried back to the root of my light so they might not be destroyed before their time.

Again, a third time, I went forth‑

I am the light dwelling in light,

I am the remembrance of forethought

so that I might enter the midst of darkness and the bowels of the underworld. I brightened my face with light from the consummation of their realm and en­tered the midst of their prison, which is the prison of the body.

I said, Let whoever hears arise from deep sleep.

A person wept and shed tears. Bitter tears the person wiped away, and said, Who is calling my name? From where has my hope come as I dwell in the bondage of prison?

I said,

I am the forethought of pure light,

I am the thought of the virgin spirit, who raises you to a place of honor. Arise, remember that you have heard

and trace your root,

which is I, the compassionate.

 

Guard yourself against the angels of misery, the demons of chaos and all who entrap you, and beware of deep sleep

and the trap in the bowels of the underworld.

 

I raised and sealed the person in luminous water with five seals, that death might not prevail over the person from that moment on.

 

–Secret book of John

 

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