From my grandfather Verus I learned good morals and the government of my temper.
From the reputation and remembrance of my father, modesty and a manly character.
From my mother, piety and beneficence, and abstinence, not only from evil deeds, but even from evil thoughts; and further, simplicity in my way of living, far removed from the habits of the rich.
From: The late Fr. Anthony de Mello, a Jesuit priest, influenced the world through his powerful understanding of the human condition. Through the use of parables and teaching stories, de Mello pointed the way to reclaiming our true power. Born in 1931 and died in 1987, he was known throughout the world for his writings and spiritual conferences. Excerpt from his "One Minute Wisdom"
When a new disciple came to the Master, this is the catechism he was usually subjected to:
Master: "Do you know the one person who will never abandon you in the whole of your lifetime?"
Disciple: "Who is it?"
Master: "And do you know the answer to every question you may have?"
Disciple: "What is it?"
Master: "And can you guess the solution to every one of your problems?"
Disciple: "I give up."
Mind precedes all mental states. Mind is their chief; they are all mind-wrought. If with an impure mind a person speaks or acts suffering follows him like the wheel that follows the foot of the ox.
Mind precedes all mental states. Mind is their chief; they are all mind-wrought. If with a pure mind a person speaks or acts happiness follows him like his never-departing shadow.
Neither mother, father, nor any other relative can do one greater good than one's own well-directed mind.
One truly is the protector of oneself; who else could the protector be? With oneself fully controlled, one gains a mastery that is hard to gain.
By oneself is evil done; by oneself is one defiled. By oneself is evil left undone; by oneself is one made pure. Purity and impurity depended on oneself; no one can purify another.
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zavk wrote:Hi friends,
I'm curious about the kinds of non-Buddhist writing you've come across that remind you of some aspect or another of the dhamma.
They can be words from a poem, a novel, a song, a philosophical text, a scientific text, another religious tradition.... whatever..... even graffiti in public toilets!
I thought it'd be interesting to create a thread where people can post these quotes, as and when they come across something interesting.
davcuts wrote:This song by Eurythmics sum up samsara for me.
Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)
(Annie Lennox, Dave Stewart)
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree
I've travled the world and the seven seas
Everybody is looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to be used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
Hold you head up
Keep your head up - moving on
Hold your head up- moving on
Keep your head up
nathan wrote:There is one reminder that I find almost everywhere I go. Hereabouts they are found on long posts topped with red octagons containing some white lettering spelling out "STOP". This one word pretty much sums up something central to the practice of vipassana for me even though there are a lot of different ways to read that symbol as you progress along the path of insight. I've found that one tends to notice the mind doing this or that and then if and when it becomes clear that it is not an autonomous process, if it is also a counter-indicated process, one directs the mind to stop it. So, I've found that there is a lot of watching of the sign posts and a lot of stopping and waiting vigilantly for the traffic to slow down involved in vipassana.
tiltbillings wrote:THE SECOND COMING - Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?