When you see Every moment is new, .... that's reality.

 

Every Moment is Fresh, Arising, Changing and New

When you see every
moment is new, every mo-
ment is fresh, every moment
is changing, every moment
is arising—that's reality.      

Loneliness is not cured by human company. Loneliness is cured by contact with reality. ~ Anthony de Mello

The mind is brought under control by purifying our mistaken notion of reality. ~ Dalai Lama

Suzuki

As long as you seek for something, you will get the shadow of reality and not reality itself. ~ Shunryu Suzuki                 http://t.co/KFFI08X5VQ/s/EMsN

Universal Reality

Notes from Norm Randolph talk

• Kosho Uchiyama:  Commentary on Dogen's Refining yourself or 'How to cook the self'
• Suzuki: 'You can't have attachments'...not as in 'you should not have attachments', but rather, literally, it the sense of Universal reality, it is impossible for there to be attachments...in the dualistic sense...if there is nothing without self-existence, then nothing can attach to anything.
• The three minds:  Magnanimous Mind (the mind that recognizes the oneness, the inseparability of all phenomenon), Tender Mind (the mind that strives to respect and regard all other manifestations of mind with compassion), and Joyful Mind (the mind that enjoys the view from non-attachment)

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Zen_Moments: As long as you seek for something, you will get the shadow of reality and not reality itself. ~ Shunryu Suzuki

Find the uncreated light

193. The Habit of Perfection

By Gerard Manley Hopkins  (1844–1889)

ELECTED Silence, sing to me
And beat upon my whorlèd ear,
Pipe me to pastures still and be
The music that I care to hear.
Shape nothing, lips; be lovely-dumb:	5
It is the shut, the curfew sent
From there where all surrenders come
Which only makes you eloquent.
Be shellèd, eyes, with double dark
And find the uncreated light:	10
This ruck and reel which you remark
Coils, keeps, and teases simple sight.
Palate, the hutch of tasty lust,
Desire not to be rinsed with wine:
The can must be so sweet, the crust	15
So fresh that come in fasts divine!
Nostrils, your careless breath that spend
Upon the stir and keep of pride,
What relish shall the censers send
Along the sanctuary side!	20
O feel-of-primrose hands, O feet
That want the yield of plushy sward,
But you shall walk the golden street,
And you unhouse and house the Lord.
And, Poverty, be thou the bride	25
And now the marriage feast begun,
And lily-coloured clothes provide
Your spouse not laboured-at, nor spun.

At the Brink of Truth

At the Brink of Truth

Every breathing moment of our lives presents us with the possibility of awakening to wisdom. Every action, every thought we generate leads us constantly to the brink of discovering our true selves.

–Ajahn Sumano Bhikkhu with Emily Popp, from Meeting the Monkey Halfway (Weiser)