In accordance with divine providence, I have withdrawn from worldy issues and will only speak in zen koans.
Nothing is true or false to a dead man.
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11 comments:
Never underestimate the importance of cross-ventilation.
Does this mean you are going to shut up now with all of this dribble you have been spewing out?
And if you can tell me to shut the fuck up, I think I can say that.
A mind is a terrble thing to taste.
Don't eat the yellow snow.
I tried it once. It was just a phase like my totally lesbian stage.
What's the smell? Who farted?
If You Love, Love Openly
Twenty monks and one nun, who was named Eshun, were practicing meditation with a certain Zen master.
Eshun was very pretty even though her head was shaved and her dress plain. Several monks secretly fell in love with her. One of them wrote her a love letter, insisting upon a private meeting.
Eshun did not reply. The following day the master gave a lecture to the group, and when it was over, Eshun arose. Addressing the one who had written to her, she said: "If you really love me so much, come and embrace me now."
not being dead when I last checked I'll take your word for it
A rolling stone gathers no beetles.
The fact that I am all powerful is still true. As is the fact that I mauled him to death.
LONG LIVE THE REVOLUTION!
A Mother's Advice
Jiun, a Shingon master, was a well-known Sanskrit scholar of the Tokugawa era. When he was young he used to deliver lectures to his brother students.
His mother heard about this and wrote him a letter:
"Son, I do not think you became a devotee of the Buddha because you desired to turn into a walking dictionary for others. There is no end to information and commentation, glory and honor. I wish you would stop this lecture business. Shut yourself up in a little temple in a remote part of the mountain. Devote your time to meditation and in this way attain true realization."
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