If you are a poet, you will see clearly that there is a cloud floating in this sheet of paper.  Without a cloud there will be no water; without water, the trees cannot grow; and without trees, you cannot make paper.  So the cloud is in here.  The existence of this page is dependent upon the existence of a cloud.  Paper and cloud are so close.

Thich Nhat Hahn
                Engaged Buddhism
                                                   Found in Entering the Stream, 1993, p. 248


    Zen Master Shuzan held out his short staff in front of his Daoist friend, Shifu Miao Zhang, and said “If you call this a short staff, you oppose its reality and are clinging. If you do not call it a short staff, then you ignore the fact. Now what do you wish to call this?”
Miao Zhang smiled, dropped and pointed to his cane, and said “Yesterday it was a wooden walking stick that helped without speaking.  Tomorrow it may become firewood, crackling in the flames.”


Master Tung Kwo asked Sifu Miao Zhang, ” Show me where the Tao is to be found.”
Miao Zhang replied, “There is no place my cane or my mind goes or rests where the Tao cannot be found.” 

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Only the idea of self remains
Floating on a sea of cells;
Only heartbeats short of eternity
In breath after breath we dwell.

–  Mike Garofalo,



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