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Whatever body and land you may be born into as your recompense, whatever conditions for teaching others, your work is the same as Amida Buddha’s without any difference. This aspiration is boundless….
So don't get the idea that there was only one Buddha.
The one Buddha is actually the saccadhamma, the truth,
and whoever is awakened to that is Buddha.
To study the Buddha Dharma is to study the self. To study the self is to forget the self. To forget the self is to be confirmed by ten thousand things.
What exactly is Dhamma? Everything in this world. Something that is not
Dhamma does not exist. Forms that we can see with the eye are nothing
but Dhamma. One meaning of Dhamma is nature, which arises just as it
is. Living beings and material objects, as well as inner phenomena
of feeling and thinking — all this is Dhamma.
So this sensory world as it is, as we experience it within the lifespan of this body, is our Dhamma practice. It's always teaching us; it's always our refuge and teacher....And "the way things are" includes all that we experience within our lives — even the illnesses, the aging process, and death.
Lotuses in the same pond don’t grow at the same pace. While some are blooming, some are still in the water, and others are at the level of the water. You should do what you can according to your abilities. If you wait for the others, you might be eaten by fish and turtles.
One day Mrs. P'ang went into the Deer Gate Temple to make an offering of
food. The temple priest asked her the purpose of her offering in order to
transfer the merit. Mrs. P'ang took her comb and stuck it in the back of
her hair.
"Transference of merit is completed," she said and walked out.
On the 29th of April,... I heard a singular rattling sound, somewhat like
that of the sticks which boys play with their fingers when, looking up, I ob-
served a very slight and graceful hawk, like a night hawk, alternately soaring like
a ripple and tumbling a rod or two over and over, showing the underside of its
wings, which gleamed like a satin ribbon in the sun, or like the pearly inside of a
shell...it sported with proud reliance in the fields of air; mounting again and
again in its strange chuckle, it repeated its free and beautiful fall, turning over
and over like a kite, and then recovering from its lofty tumbling, as if it had
never set its foot on terra firma.
Henry Thoreau Walden
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