<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591820952954173028</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 05 Oct 2024 02:00:29 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>classic parables</category><category>quills</category><category>doodles</category><category>zen jokes</category><category>Dhammapada</category><title>zenrise</title><description></description><link>http://zenrise.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591820952954173028.post-3267171342974602349</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 20:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-31T12:31:22.098-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">doodles</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">quills</category><title>Transmutation</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.undercover-coaching.com/images/fire-to-ashes.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;250&quot; width=&quot;350&quot; src=&quot;http://www.undercover-coaching.com/images/fire-to-ashes.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zenrise.blogspot.com/2012/01/transmutation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591820952954173028.post-8386012475993270371</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Nov 2011 01:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-06T15:39:19.186-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dhammapada</category><title>EGO-WISE</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.undercover-coaching.com/images/dhammapada-vs81-small.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;208&quot; src=&quot;http://www.undercover-coaching.com/images/dhammapada-vs81-small.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zenrise.blogspot.com/2011/11/ego-wise.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591820952954173028.post-7168436082244270369</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Sep 2010 17:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-27T10:17:19.257-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">zen jokes</category><title>A LIGHT QUESTION</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/commercial/2008/10/09/light-bulb_460x276.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/commercial/2008/10/09/light-bulb_460x276.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 75px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 125px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; How many Zen buddhists does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Three -- one to change it, one to not-change it and one to both change- and not-change it.</description><link>http://zenrise.blogspot.com/2010/09/light-question.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591820952954173028.post-5956368651905551580</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Sep 2010 13:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-14T07:23:23.217-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">doodles</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">quills</category><title>SPEAKING OF ... FISHING ?</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.undercover-coaching.com/pages/events/nu.php&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;185&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhPt-LaFcFD0szOXTq148junyDyHyMJzXmjssn3XvDFLwnoWC_Aca8I7bR2R3FdxhAYpJz-hk9N2MK0qwYU29WiAyBXG8hGhKcokYElwaTLiaAwsnAdxU6FQqda12wtspxRdiZ6Y6ZApk/s400/evenadeadfishcanflow-640px.png&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zenrise.blogspot.com/2010/09/speaking-of-fishing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhPt-LaFcFD0szOXTq148junyDyHyMJzXmjssn3XvDFLwnoWC_Aca8I7bR2R3FdxhAYpJz-hk9N2MK0qwYU29WiAyBXG8hGhKcokYElwaTLiaAwsnAdxU6FQqda12wtspxRdiZ6Y6ZApk/s72-c/evenadeadfishcanflow-640px.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591820952954173028.post-3304545880291104388</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Sep 2010 19:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-07T12:53:15.785-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">classic parables</category><title>KNOWING FISH</title><description>Two zen monks were walking by a river.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Look at the fish swimming about,” said the one,&lt;br /&gt;
“They are really enjoying themselves.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“You are not a fish,” replied the other,&lt;br /&gt;
“So you can’t truly know that they are enjoying themselves.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“You are not me,” said the one.&lt;br /&gt;
“So how do you know that I do not know&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;that the fish are enjoying themselves?”&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ocaroldesigns.com/koi%20cover.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;http://www.ocaroldesigns.com/koi%20cover.jpg&quot; style=&quot;float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 149px;&quot; width=&quot;149&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://zenrise.blogspot.com/2010/09/knowing-fish.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591820952954173028.post-1297061334491949986</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 May 2009 09:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-12T01:10:51.338-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">quills</category><title>JUST BE -  or NOT</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://www.the-auras-expert.com/images/spiritual-healing-process.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 101px;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.the-auras-expert.com/images/spiritual-healing-process.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A student came to his master:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I want to experience being a spiritual being - how do I do that ?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What do you mean ? Do you want to experience, be or both ?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, the student was enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot; src=&quot;http://w.sharethis.com/widget/?tabs=web%2Cemail&amp;amp;charset=utf-8&amp;amp;services=facebook%2Cdigg%2Cstumbleupon%2Cdelicious%2Creddit%2Cblinklist%2Cnewsvine%2Cfurl%2Ctailrank%2Cmagnolia%2Cgoogle_bmarks%2Cwindows_live&amp;amp;style=default&amp;amp;publisher=a5b8f0d5-96e3-4e0e-ba5c-7d2222b45243&amp;amp;headerbg=%23d2aa89&amp;amp;inactivebg=%23d2dfdd&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;</description><link>http://zenrise.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-be-or-not.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591820952954173028.post-2516120183204462309</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2009 22:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-17T06:35:06.764-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">classic parables</category><title>THE STONE MIND</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTYYHMA8HPL7fwA2tTbu2Suyv-X8EuILIyMAVRfjzVcnFs-5bDDs5H8A1ikEgNhbILLPF6_weTcWqr-CCEr8WTaE0iuPlIzjjjE7KjC8WWd_OO-sBYaTDtNBAhFqktCHMmGVrUs0bZuRIr/s1600-h/men-an-tol-stone-500.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 92px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTYYHMA8HPL7fwA2tTbu2Suyv-X8EuILIyMAVRfjzVcnFs-5bDDs5H8A1ikEgNhbILLPF6_weTcWqr-CCEr8WTaE0iuPlIzjjjE7KjC8WWd_OO-sBYaTDtNBAhFqktCHMmGVrUs0bZuRIr/s200/men-an-tol-stone-500.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332474507465593346&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Zen teacher, lived alone in a small temple in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day four traveling monks appeared and asked if they might make a fire in his yard to warm themselves. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;While they were building the fire, he heard them arguing about subjectivity and objectivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He joined them and said: &quot;There is a big stone. Do you consider it to be inside or outside your mind?&quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One of the monks replied: &quot;From the Buddhist viewpoint everything is an objectification of mind, so I would say that the stone is inside my mind.&quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&quot;Your head must feel very heavy,&quot; he observed, &quot;if you are carrying around a stone like that in your mind.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot; src=&quot;http://w.sharethis.com/widget/?tabs=web%2Cemail&amp;amp;charset=utf-8&amp;amp;services=facebook%2Cdigg%2Cstumbleupon%2Cdelicious%2Creddit%2Cblinklist%2Cnewsvine%2Cfurl%2Ctailrank%2Cmagnolia%2Cgoogle_bmarks%2Cwindows_live&amp;amp;style=default&amp;amp;publisher=a5b8f0d5-96e3-4e0e-ba5c-7d2222b45243&amp;amp;headerbg=%23d2aa89&amp;amp;inactivebg=%23d2dfdd&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;</description><link>http://zenrise.blogspot.com/2009/04/stone-mind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTYYHMA8HPL7fwA2tTbu2Suyv-X8EuILIyMAVRfjzVcnFs-5bDDs5H8A1ikEgNhbILLPF6_weTcWqr-CCEr8WTaE0iuPlIzjjjE7KjC8WWd_OO-sBYaTDtNBAhFqktCHMmGVrUs0bZuRIr/s72-c/men-an-tol-stone-500.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591820952954173028.post-1841506647545776426</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 13:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-25T20:51:10.618-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">zen jokes</category><title>SELF-CONTROL</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZD-kZbssuLbEt9h2CPQ1ftlE8oFJF2xwWA1VNJg9ONxOe1xDGlrrsN671FirfqjJ-oYGM0FBfVHIoQbMtMJo4DqbN9k0tJ1an9XvUyduBdwknVSudqZnIeNrDf2L1o2Pwk49bhlMbGKfA/s1600-h/bamboo1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 107px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZD-kZbssuLbEt9h2CPQ1ftlE8oFJF2xwWA1VNJg9ONxOe1xDGlrrsN671FirfqjJ-oYGM0FBfVHIoQbMtMJo4DqbN9k0tJ1an9XvUyduBdwknVSudqZnIeNrDf2L1o2Pwk49bhlMbGKfA/s200/bamboo1.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317120537297737810&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day there was an earthquake that shook the entire Zen temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parts of it even  collapsed. Many of the monks were terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the earthquake stopped the teacher  said, &quot;Now you have had the opportunity to see how a Zen man behaves in a crisis  situation. You may have noticed that I did not panic. I was quite aware of what was happening  and what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I led you all to the kitchen, the strongest part of the temple.  It was a good decision, because you see we have all survived without any injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, despite my self-control and composure, I did feel a little bit tense - which you  may have deduced from the fact that I drank a large glass of water, something I never  do under ordinary circumstances.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the monks smiled, but didn&#39;t say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What are you laughing at?&quot; asked the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;That wasn&#39;t water,&quot; the monk replied, &quot;it was a large glass of soy sauce.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot; src=&quot;http://w.sharethis.com/widget/?tabs=web%2Cemail&amp;amp;charset=utf-8&amp;amp;services=facebook%2Cdigg%2Cstumbleupon%2Cdelicious%2Creddit%2Cblinklist%2Cnewsvine%2Cfurl%2Ctailrank%2Cmagnolia%2Cgoogle_bmarks%2Cwindows_live&amp;amp;style=default&amp;amp;publisher=a5b8f0d5-96e3-4e0e-ba5c-7d2222b45243&amp;amp;headerbg=%23d2aa89&amp;amp;inactivebg=%23d2dfdd&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;</description><link>http://zenrise.blogspot.com/2009/03/self-control.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZD-kZbssuLbEt9h2CPQ1ftlE8oFJF2xwWA1VNJg9ONxOe1xDGlrrsN671FirfqjJ-oYGM0FBfVHIoQbMtMJo4DqbN9k0tJ1an9XvUyduBdwknVSudqZnIeNrDf2L1o2Pwk49bhlMbGKfA/s72-c/bamboo1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591820952954173028.post-548228380771427958</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Feb 2009 10:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-28T05:02:01.384-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">quills</category><title>THE NOVICE and THE MASTER</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZnbYtkZbSng2f_kFeRA7-weYLjVcIB_FXrxWhdeKlF4wB8GbAor5W-0YYKIxW99Q3WSo4lC_bGD9KqWgbfK4eYYTduYAugnHFkP-mHgNH1StWrp14X9-vVDlULjhRRBTVxVL4NjqvZo3g/s1600-h/Compass-Black_small.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 85px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZnbYtkZbSng2f_kFeRA7-weYLjVcIB_FXrxWhdeKlF4wB8GbAor5W-0YYKIxW99Q3WSo4lC_bGD9KqWgbfK4eYYTduYAugnHFkP-mHgNH1StWrp14X9-vVDlULjhRRBTVxVL4NjqvZo3g/s400/Compass-Black_small.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307831278367023218&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was searching for a guru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime he would ask the same question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Are you a true master ?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gurus would reply &quot;Yes, I am. Let me guide you&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the man would continue his search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had almost given up his search, when one day a teacher thought a while about his question, and then replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I am a master ... novice&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student then knew he had found someone who would provide him good guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot; src=&quot;http://w.sharethis.com/widget/?tabs=web%2Cemail&amp;amp;charset=utf-8&amp;amp;services=facebook%2Cdigg%2Cstumbleupon%2Cdelicious%2Creddit%2Cblinklist%2Cnewsvine%2Cfurl%2Ctailrank%2Cmagnolia%2Cgoogle_bmarks%2Cwindows_live&amp;amp;style=default&amp;amp;publisher=a5b8f0d5-96e3-4e0e-ba5c-7d2222b45243&amp;amp;headerbg=%23d2aa89&amp;amp;inactivebg=%23d2dfdd&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;</description><link>http://zenrise.blogspot.com/2009/02/novice-and-master.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZnbYtkZbSng2f_kFeRA7-weYLjVcIB_FXrxWhdeKlF4wB8GbAor5W-0YYKIxW99Q3WSo4lC_bGD9KqWgbfK4eYYTduYAugnHFkP-mHgNH1StWrp14X9-vVDlULjhRRBTVxVL4NjqvZo3g/s72-c/Compass-Black_small.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591820952954173028.post-3330538007632654011</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Jan 2009 03:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-28T05:03:57.273-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">classic parables</category><title>RITUAL CAT</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvxeCtNPl1fxWq5Omuge4FIgRhqGBvCRAMTo5_p2MRlraChS27sFXnPaRjUWlXBJT0g6K5cl9EjOuQrFPqhkifcVhDZnW2MWYqkN8Ci3Uhj_KbqvU8y0wirJX-FnkJO9r71gjoEY0zrsw8/s1600-h/cat-facts.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvxeCtNPl1fxWq5Omuge4FIgRhqGBvCRAMTo5_p2MRlraChS27sFXnPaRjUWlXBJT0g6K5cl9EjOuQrFPqhkifcVhDZnW2MWYqkN8Ci3Uhj_KbqvU8y0wirJX-FnkJO9r71gjoEY0zrsw8/s200/cat-facts.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260914104939172274&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the spiritual teacher and his disciples began their evening meditation, the cat who lived in the monastery made such noise that it distracted them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the teacher ordered that the cat be tied up during the evening practice.&lt;br /&gt;Years later, when the teacher died, the cat continued to be tied up during the meditation session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the cat eventually died, another cat was brought to the monastery and tied up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Centuries later, learned descendants of the spiritual teacher wrote scholarly treatises about the religious significance of tying up a cat for meditation practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot; src=&quot;http://w.sharethis.com/widget/?tabs=web%2Cemail&amp;amp;charset=utf-8&amp;amp;services=facebook%2Cdigg%2Cstumbleupon%2Cdelicious%2Creddit%2Cblinklist%2Cnewsvine%2Cfurl%2Ctailrank%2Cmagnolia%2Cgoogle_bmarks%2Cwindows_live&amp;amp;style=default&amp;amp;publisher=a5b8f0d5-96e3-4e0e-ba5c-7d2222b45243&amp;amp;headerbg=%23d2aa89&amp;amp;inactivebg=%23d2dfdd&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;</description><link>http://zenrise.blogspot.com/2009/01/ritual-cat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvxeCtNPl1fxWq5Omuge4FIgRhqGBvCRAMTo5_p2MRlraChS27sFXnPaRjUWlXBJT0g6K5cl9EjOuQrFPqhkifcVhDZnW2MWYqkN8Ci3Uhj_KbqvU8y0wirJX-FnkJO9r71gjoEY0zrsw8/s72-c/cat-facts.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591820952954173028.post-9047717636107667466</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Oct 2008 00:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-12T02:26:27.307-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">classic parables</category><title>THE MOON CANNOT BE STOLEN</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj23BP0sXF1kPg-VR4Y2SjHC_G5X8Ydv0J7i7SImDYWWZFmM8d8dq9OktChu95nxm0Vptwh-Vx76lwE2e7jV3vHAo2bvqYOyRYjBnPYlTPlmQYiVwas9b7l6gNf6xxlPKOD8l_Z9S6OCP7u/s1600-h/moon-rising.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj23BP0sXF1kPg-VR4Y2SjHC_G5X8Ydv0J7i7SImDYWWZFmM8d8dq9OktChu95nxm0Vptwh-Vx76lwE2e7jV3vHAo2bvqYOyRYjBnPYlTPlmQYiVwas9b7l6gNf6xxlPKOD8l_Z9S6OCP7u/s200/moon-rising.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260894832750508130&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ryokan, a Zen master, lived the simplest kind of life in a little hut at the foot of a mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One evening a thief visited the hut only to discover there was nothing in it to steal. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ryokan returned and caught him. &quot;You may have come a long way to visit me,&quot; he told the prowler, &quot;and you shoud not return emptyhanded. Please take my clothes as a gift.&quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The thief was bewildered. He took the clothes and slunk away. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ryokan sat naked, watching the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Poor fellow, &quot; he mused, &quot;I wish I could give him this beautiful moon.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot; src=&quot;http://w.sharethis.com/widget/?tabs=web%2Cemail&amp;amp;charset=utf-8&amp;amp;services=facebook%2Cdigg%2Cstumbleupon%2Cdelicious%2Creddit%2Cblinklist%2Cnewsvine%2Cfurl%2Ctailrank%2Cmagnolia%2Cgoogle_bmarks%2Cwindows_live&amp;amp;style=default&amp;amp;publisher=a5b8f0d5-96e3-4e0e-ba5c-7d2222b45243&amp;amp;headerbg=%23d2aa89&amp;amp;inactivebg=%23d2dfdd&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;</description><link>http://zenrise.blogspot.com/2008/10/moon-cannot-be-stolen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj23BP0sXF1kPg-VR4Y2SjHC_G5X8Ydv0J7i7SImDYWWZFmM8d8dq9OktChu95nxm0Vptwh-Vx76lwE2e7jV3vHAo2bvqYOyRYjBnPYlTPlmQYiVwas9b7l6gNf6xxlPKOD8l_Z9S6OCP7u/s72-c/moon-rising.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591820952954173028.post-8545474570215471220</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Sep 2008 01:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-12T02:30:15.152-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">classic parables</category><title>SERVING OTHERS</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIFGmR4CCEYIzOtr0CEeXUWIqo5d-mbZ__yYdS7BZrVAJIYa1uX_Wec0uiRqV-phTICUSF_kcJ1ZBB1ptl05MuoZQ6ByPpVHj8ptumwtuQLS67slxGzGmHEVIH4IW3Hsoi2DEs5FUY0Mbi/s1600-h/8lion-cub-mara.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIFGmR4CCEYIzOtr0CEeXUWIqo5d-mbZ__yYdS7BZrVAJIYa1uX_Wec0uiRqV-phTICUSF_kcJ1ZBB1ptl05MuoZQ6ByPpVHj8ptumwtuQLS67slxGzGmHEVIH4IW3Hsoi2DEs5FUY0Mbi/s200/8lion-cub-mara.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260902792482531698&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Sufi teaching story tells of a man who prayed continually for the awareness to succeed in life. Then one night he dreamed of going into the forest to attain understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning he went into the woods and wandered for several hours looking for some sign that would provide answers. When he finally stopped to rest, he saw a fox with no legs lying between two rocks in a cool place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious as to how a legless fox could survive, he waited until sunset when he observed a lion come and lay meat before the fox. &quot;Ah, I understand,&quot; the man thought. &quot;The secret to success in life is to trust that God will take care of all my needs. I don&#39;t need to provide for myself. All I have to do is totally surrender to my all-sustaining God.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later, weakened and starving, the man had another dream.&lt;br /&gt;In it he heard a voice say, &quot;Fool. Be like the lion, not like the fox.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot; src=&quot;http://w.sharethis.com/widget/?tabs=web%2Cemail&amp;amp;charset=utf-8&amp;amp;services=facebook%2Cdigg%2Cstumbleupon%2Cdelicious%2Creddit%2Cblinklist%2Cnewsvine%2Cfurl%2Ctailrank%2Cmagnolia%2Cgoogle_bmarks%2Cwindows_live&amp;amp;style=default&amp;amp;publisher=a5b8f0d5-96e3-4e0e-ba5c-7d2222b45243&amp;amp;headerbg=%23d2aa89&amp;amp;inactivebg=%23d2dfdd&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;</description><link>http://zenrise.blogspot.com/2008/09/serving-others.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIFGmR4CCEYIzOtr0CEeXUWIqo5d-mbZ__yYdS7BZrVAJIYa1uX_Wec0uiRqV-phTICUSF_kcJ1ZBB1ptl05MuoZQ6ByPpVHj8ptumwtuQLS67slxGzGmHEVIH4IW3Hsoi2DEs5FUY0Mbi/s72-c/8lion-cub-mara.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591820952954173028.post-543999111682241645</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 00:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-24T17:51:25.658-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">classic parables</category><title>THE MUDDY ROAD</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCRq9Dq5SI17f7KDWaPbdzKyMxnPCePaaAsfNYGWzLqBJslXRMWWM0SBdSb81AoeWsvoOcTCycfSeg6FI5ul6cRQDmRcbsSmGvB0vbSXSP3E3WtvDOaii45Eq26cUyVsoA1iUdIJJSCbjs/s1600-h/kimono.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCRq9Dq5SI17f7KDWaPbdzKyMxnPCePaaAsfNYGWzLqBJslXRMWWM0SBdSb81AoeWsvoOcTCycfSeg6FI5ul6cRQDmRcbsSmGvB0vbSXSP3E3WtvDOaii45Eq26cUyVsoA1iUdIJJSCbjs/s200/kimono.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260882399175069458&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two monks were travelling together down a muddy road. Heavy rain was falling. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Coming around a bend, they met a lovely girl in a silk kimono and sash, unable to cross the intersection. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&quot;Come on, girl,&quot; said the on monk at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lifting her in his arms, he carried her over the mud. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The other monk did not speak again until that night when they reached a lodging temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then he no longer could restrain himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;We monks don&#39;t do near females,&quot; he said, &quot;especially not the young and lovely ones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is dangerous. Why did you do that?&quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&quot;I left the girl there,&quot; said the other &quot;Why are you still carrying her?&quot; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zenrise.blogspot.com/2008/08/muddy-road.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCRq9Dq5SI17f7KDWaPbdzKyMxnPCePaaAsfNYGWzLqBJslXRMWWM0SBdSb81AoeWsvoOcTCycfSeg6FI5ul6cRQDmRcbsSmGvB0vbSXSP3E3WtvDOaii45Eq26cUyVsoA1iUdIJJSCbjs/s72-c/kimono.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591820952954173028.post-6907854913947852600</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jul 2008 05:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-24T18:14:39.939-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">quills</category><title>THE REBEL WITHOUT A MUG</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9No2GIiw3IWYpU5ZMYd9fWUzH9350rzn1_gI23j5OVJo6Jy2PnP8d-46Ac10XgeEeeQwc-71WLmXPwu45smobI2DvA3rlJm4ed6v4j9kufjmvyQbiumZQ3xnSpHhf76Zk6BVexTauj4Kq/s1600-h/tnDaniel-Soderstrom-077-.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9No2GIiw3IWYpU5ZMYd9fWUzH9350rzn1_gI23j5OVJo6Jy2PnP8d-46Ac10XgeEeeQwc-71WLmXPwu45smobI2DvA3rlJm4ed6v4j9kufjmvyQbiumZQ3xnSpHhf76Zk6BVexTauj4Kq/s200/tnDaniel-Soderstrom-077-.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260884153289872882&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A student was learning about the tea-ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I can enjoy my tea from a cracked mug as well as from a finely crafted cup.&quot; said the student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;That may be so,&quot; the teacher replied. &quot;However, the tea-ceremony is attention to detail and poise. Thus disciplining your mind&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I believe, it is what is INside, that counts -!&quot; the student retorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;My dear friend. Your words are a vehicle of your thoughts, are they not -?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Then I must tell you, that your awareness is that of a cracked mug&quot;.</description><link>http://zenrise.blogspot.com/2008/07/rebel-without-mug.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9No2GIiw3IWYpU5ZMYd9fWUzH9350rzn1_gI23j5OVJo6Jy2PnP8d-46Ac10XgeEeeQwc-71WLmXPwu45smobI2DvA3rlJm4ed6v4j9kufjmvyQbiumZQ3xnSpHhf76Zk6BVexTauj4Kq/s72-c/tnDaniel-Soderstrom-077-.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591820952954173028.post-3714825314912466737</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 00:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T00:18:52.849-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">quills</category><title>A SINGLE QUESTION</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn5LYUP2mj-6ExF9otrkdY-z8XQdYu01Tc42MnGShaTARNY-8pykSqrFUqtSFSk-FsI3pb8lHkiHL1RvJGVe5O4vqV4teXiETY3ozUJ4on9hlZjXLEF0F3Xo3q-cqSWVubH0ssZC0WGLBC/s1600-h/Zen_fs.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn5LYUP2mj-6ExF9otrkdY-z8XQdYu01Tc42MnGShaTARNY-8pykSqrFUqtSFSk-FsI3pb8lHkiHL1RvJGVe5O4vqV4teXiETY3ozUJ4on9hlZjXLEF0F3Xo3q-cqSWVubH0ssZC0WGLBC/s200/Zen_fs.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198165029956335602&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A student met with his  guru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student had great news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I have broken free of the limiting snares of monogamous partnership !&quot;  he enthused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;How so ?&quot; the guru asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I must be free - to realize my true nature, be at one with Duality !&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guru replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;How can you be at one with duality, when you can&#39;t even be at one with an other human being -?&quot;</description><link>http://zenrise.blogspot.com/2008/05/single-question.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn5LYUP2mj-6ExF9otrkdY-z8XQdYu01Tc42MnGShaTARNY-8pykSqrFUqtSFSk-FsI3pb8lHkiHL1RvJGVe5O4vqV4teXiETY3ozUJ4on9hlZjXLEF0F3Xo3q-cqSWVubH0ssZC0WGLBC/s72-c/Zen_fs.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591820952954173028.post-7996624639841890206</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2008 00:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T00:18:53.198-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">classic parables</category><title>TEACHING THE ULTIMATE</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1P68e8IX2-8wZ2e0PZAUSpdkNsUn83gYVYaLce1XvDrNuTxWMgZ8CV2FuoRTUiewHQM5jctMItPJ2I1XzgkdlNAk9tuk_cdJjoxFutucrDv4H2kb3upRf_jvfi431Kdk8CtILI6LmqiDt/s1600-h/632530852_56ffb00935_m.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 121px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1P68e8IX2-8wZ2e0PZAUSpdkNsUn83gYVYaLce1XvDrNuTxWMgZ8CV2FuoRTUiewHQM5jctMItPJ2I1XzgkdlNAk9tuk_cdJjoxFutucrDv4H2kb3upRf_jvfi431Kdk8CtILI6LmqiDt/s200/632530852_56ffb00935_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198166348511295490&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In early times in Japan, bamboo-and-paper lanterns were used with candles inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A blind man, visiting a friend one night, was offered a lantern to carry home with him. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&quot;I do not need a lantern,&quot; he said. &quot;Darkness or light is all the same to me.&quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&quot;I know you do not need a lantern to find your way,&quot; his friend replied, &quot;but if you don&#39;t have one, someone else may run into you. So you must take it.&quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The blind man started off with the lantern and before he had walked very far someone ran squarely into him. &quot;Look out where you are going!&quot; he exclaimed to the stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Can&#39;t you see this lantern?&quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&quot;Your candle has burned out, brother&quot; replied the stranger. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zenrise.blogspot.com/2008/05/teaching-ultimate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1P68e8IX2-8wZ2e0PZAUSpdkNsUn83gYVYaLce1XvDrNuTxWMgZ8CV2FuoRTUiewHQM5jctMItPJ2I1XzgkdlNAk9tuk_cdJjoxFutucrDv4H2kb3upRf_jvfi431Kdk8CtILI6LmqiDt/s72-c/632530852_56ffb00935_m.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591820952954173028.post-1440824393433406701</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 23:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T00:18:53.434-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">classic parables</category><title>BLACK-NOSED BUDDHA</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisI0TMF1AKUHQC0KsN2_ytw5AbQFefz34XHRtnqh-f_H-3gfXypI2xlMwC8tSHGy5alfctOceh8hyphenhyphenNTeXmK7i3bGF706zunt11z6vv0nTG3KVzVsznJd25v_E_0Lm_TMwbi8E3rxdaeNoz/s1600-h/480537594_a2ab7a04d3.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 160px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisI0TMF1AKUHQC0KsN2_ytw5AbQFefz34XHRtnqh-f_H-3gfXypI2xlMwC8tSHGy5alfctOceh8hyphenhyphenNTeXmK7i3bGF706zunt11z6vv0nTG3KVzVsznJd25v_E_0Lm_TMwbi8E3rxdaeNoz/s200/480537594_a2ab7a04d3.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198163406458697698&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A nun who was searching for enlightenment made a statue of Buddha and covered it with gold leaf. Wherever she went she carried this golden Buddha with her. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Years passed and, still carrying her Buddha, the nun came to live in a small temple in a country where there were many Buddhas, each one with its own particular shrine. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The nun wished to burn incense before her golden Buddha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not liking the idea of the perfume straying to others, she devised a funnel through which the smoke would ascend only to her statue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; This blackened the nose of the golden Buddha, making it especially ugly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot; src=&quot;http://w.sharethis.com/widget/?tabs=web%2Cemail&amp;amp;charset=utf-8&amp;amp;services=facebook%2Cdigg%2Cstumbleupon%2Cdelicious%2Creddit%2Cblinklist%2Cnewsvine%2Cfurl%2Ctailrank%2Cmagnolia%2Cgoogle_bmarks%2Cwindows_live&amp;amp;style=default&amp;amp;publisher=a5b8f0d5-96e3-4e0e-ba5c-7d2222b45243&amp;amp;headerbg=%23d2aa89&amp;amp;inactivebg=%23d2dfdd&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;</description><link>http://zenrise.blogspot.com/2008/04/black-nosed-buddha.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisI0TMF1AKUHQC0KsN2_ytw5AbQFefz34XHRtnqh-f_H-3gfXypI2xlMwC8tSHGy5alfctOceh8hyphenhyphenNTeXmK7i3bGF706zunt11z6vv0nTG3KVzVsznJd25v_E_0Lm_TMwbi8E3rxdaeNoz/s72-c/480537594_a2ab7a04d3.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591820952954173028.post-5139898935732269678</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 16:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T00:18:53.596-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">quills</category><title>ROCK  ON</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdKoopimV_o58FfOuKOE8iNwnQUig_m0frjn6cJUzW7lzjfOlHnrb7geaFbSk3z3H__PwTtXqSJVitNR-n0F-I9qpc9H_qNZ8AfGhk42DWMJrYQEwrB1u1-VNiTLio2oOnwVX6owSCXku7/s1600-h/zen_garden2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 117px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdKoopimV_o58FfOuKOE8iNwnQUig_m0frjn6cJUzW7lzjfOlHnrb7geaFbSk3z3H__PwTtXqSJVitNR-n0F-I9qpc9H_qNZ8AfGhk42DWMJrYQEwrB1u1-VNiTLio2oOnwVX6owSCXku7/s400/zen_garden2.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158726166530765170&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young man went to see a guru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I want to make things happen! please teach me- !&quot; he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guru looked at him for a little while, then picked up a handfull of small rocks, and threw them in the students face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man was quite shocked, and cried out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What the hell did you do THAT for-?!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;There. A thing just happened&quot; replied the guru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment the student was enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot; src=&quot;http://w.sharethis.com/widget/?tabs=web%2Cemail&amp;amp;charset=utf-8&amp;amp;services=facebook%2Cdigg%2Cstumbleupon%2Cdelicious%2Creddit%2Cblinklist%2Cnewsvine%2Cfurl%2Ctailrank%2Cmagnolia%2Cgoogle_bmarks%2Cwindows_live&amp;amp;style=default&amp;amp;publisher=a5b8f0d5-96e3-4e0e-ba5c-7d2222b45243&amp;amp;headerbg=%23d2aa89&amp;amp;inactivebg=%23d2dfdd&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;</description><link>http://zenrise.blogspot.com/2008/01/rock-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdKoopimV_o58FfOuKOE8iNwnQUig_m0frjn6cJUzW7lzjfOlHnrb7geaFbSk3z3H__PwTtXqSJVitNR-n0F-I9qpc9H_qNZ8AfGhk42DWMJrYQEwrB1u1-VNiTLio2oOnwVX6owSCXku7/s72-c/zen_garden2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591820952954173028.post-5210168710354977991</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2008 18:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T00:18:53.794-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">classic parables</category><title>LEARNING to be SILENT</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz6k65pMBOv8QAIrW670cpF0uWGd_eH9LKeGhCUeue5o9mz-jH9a2Vx90Ic7Mq4M4QIZP-5c1UvRswJYfTpDz_KVJCNPVi6W2EHYJje2ezPMgaimVXfVFaYQPmBzsJgHvo83CnfGnJCrJW/s1600-h/mbsn61_gong_suspendu.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 102px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz6k65pMBOv8QAIrW670cpF0uWGd_eH9LKeGhCUeue5o9mz-jH9a2Vx90Ic7Mq4M4QIZP-5c1UvRswJYfTpDz_KVJCNPVi6W2EHYJje2ezPMgaimVXfVFaYQPmBzsJgHvo83CnfGnJCrJW/s200/mbsn61_gong_suspendu.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163571615490126594&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;The pupils of the Tendai school used to study meditation before Zen  entered Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Four of them who were intimate friends promised one  another to observe seven days of silence.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;On the first day all were silent.&lt;br /&gt;Their meditation had begun  auspiciously, but when night came and the oil lamps were growing dim one  of the pupils could not help exclaiming to a servant: &quot;Fix those lamps.&quot;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;The second pupil was surprised to hear th first one talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&quot;We are not  supposed to say a word,&quot; he remarked.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&quot;You two are stupid. Why did you talk?&quot; asked the third.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;&quot;I am the only one who has not talked,&quot; concluded the fourth pupil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot; src=&quot;http://w.sharethis.com/widget/?tabs=web%2Cemail&amp;amp;charset=utf-8&amp;amp;services=facebook%2Cdigg%2Cstumbleupon%2Cdelicious%2Creddit%2Cblinklist%2Cnewsvine%2Cfurl%2Ctailrank%2Cmagnolia%2Cgoogle_bmarks%2Cwindows_live&amp;amp;style=default&amp;amp;publisher=a5b8f0d5-96e3-4e0e-ba5c-7d2222b45243&amp;amp;headerbg=%23d2aa89&amp;amp;inactivebg=%23d2dfdd&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;</description><link>http://zenrise.blogspot.com/2008/02/learning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz6k65pMBOv8QAIrW670cpF0uWGd_eH9LKeGhCUeue5o9mz-jH9a2Vx90Ic7Mq4M4QIZP-5c1UvRswJYfTpDz_KVJCNPVi6W2EHYJje2ezPMgaimVXfVFaYQPmBzsJgHvo83CnfGnJCrJW/s72-c/mbsn61_gong_suspendu.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591820952954173028.post-2793163304481724318</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2008 16:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T00:18:53.935-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">classic parables</category><title>IT WILL PASS ...</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguS-RSP1SwDzKijoZCroxsJxRpoSSZRI1i_sAOjI7yjh3Gg9-GeBku6NkmF34or5d9CzxJ-ZZ28aAk2ism-SahcGfkqZgDJtLJfDTU5lMiBpNmmUbjXYKh3cwj9wG2bDR3MIpXlsmkl69i/s1600-h/264372.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 110px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguS-RSP1SwDzKijoZCroxsJxRpoSSZRI1i_sAOjI7yjh3Gg9-GeBku6NkmF34or5d9CzxJ-ZZ28aAk2ism-SahcGfkqZgDJtLJfDTU5lMiBpNmmUbjXYKh3cwj9wG2bDR3MIpXlsmkl69i/s200/264372.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155370909675084482&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;A student went to his meditation teacher and said &quot;My meditation is horrible! I feel so distracted, or my legs ache, or I&#39;m constantly falling asleep. It&#39;s just horrible!&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&quot;It will pass&quot; the teacher said, matter-of-factly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;A week later, the student came back to his teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&quot;My meditation is wonderful! I feel so aware, so peaceful, so alive! It&#39;s just wonderful!&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&quot;It will pass&quot; the teacher replied,  matter-of-factly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot; src=&quot;http://w.sharethis.com/widget/?tabs=web%2Cemail&amp;amp;charset=utf-8&amp;amp;services=facebook%2Cdigg%2Cstumbleupon%2Cdelicious%2Creddit%2Cblinklist%2Cnewsvine%2Cfurl%2Ctailrank%2Cmagnolia%2Cgoogle_bmarks%2Cwindows_live&amp;amp;style=default&amp;amp;publisher=a5b8f0d5-96e3-4e0e-ba5c-7d2222b45243&amp;amp;headerbg=%23d2aa89&amp;amp;inactivebg=%23d2dfdd&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;</description><link>http://zenrise.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-will-pass.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguS-RSP1SwDzKijoZCroxsJxRpoSSZRI1i_sAOjI7yjh3Gg9-GeBku6NkmF34or5d9CzxJ-ZZ28aAk2ism-SahcGfkqZgDJtLJfDTU5lMiBpNmmUbjXYKh3cwj9wG2bDR3MIpXlsmkl69i/s72-c/264372.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591820952954173028.post-6900050264176342048</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2008 16:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T00:18:53.946-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">quills</category><title>ABSOLUTELY  YOURS</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiviVnLQy_zs_xyC52RDglna4U877x5soNwMmOdLt-i0SzHYpX3qAGogTRySRnosTX-u2aIakrgLBjG1wThT6fN89XXjI-5hPZBcT7sp0cSDB7BRngv8cP0UEDghrVYOiRxXYLN7MEx1qzx/s1600-h/the_young_monk_and_the_buddha.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiviVnLQy_zs_xyC52RDglna4U877x5soNwMmOdLt-i0SzHYpX3qAGogTRySRnosTX-u2aIakrgLBjG1wThT6fN89XXjI-5hPZBcT7sp0cSDB7BRngv8cP0UEDghrVYOiRxXYLN7MEx1qzx/s200/the_young_monk_and_the_buddha.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155369569645288114&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU EVER EXPERIENCE A MOMENT SO INTIMATE AND sparkling and forceful, that you felt almost homesick for the moment that had not yet passed -?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURRENDERING TO THE NOW, means ENDing the CHASE for Nowness. &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;But..But..BUT..My CRAVINGS is what makes me feel ALIVE and..HUMAN-! HUMAN cravings-!&lt;/span&gt;&quot; No. Your cravings is what makes you WANT. Awareness of your wants, thoughts on wants and CHOICES of which want to want MORE and thus pursue...Is what makes you human. Because you ARE AWARE that every moment. Is different...from NOW. Much like not focusing on &quot;trying to have an orgasm&quot;..and then *WHOOSH* You have one...or three...or.. Magic. Does life then, become MAGICally more easy -? Absolutelely -NOt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS JUST SIMPLER. More balanced. More serene. Blissful, even. BALANCE occurs, when NOWness is recognized as always present. SERENETY occurs, when the present is recognized as transparent. BLISS occurs, when transparency is realized as the INfinite spaciousness.&lt;br /&gt;Just that.  A vast infinity of space. Emptiness within Form. If this realization does not kindle just the slightest translucent sparkle of humbleness towards your mere existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOthing Will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot; src=&quot;http://w.sharethis.com/widget/?tabs=web%2Cemail&amp;charset=utf-8&amp;services=facebook%2Cdigg%2Cstumbleupon%2Cdelicious%2Creddit%2Cblinklist%2Cnewsvine%2Cfurl%2Ctailrank%2Cmagnolia%2Cgoogle_bmarks%2Cwindows_live&amp;style=default&amp;publisher=a5b8f0d5-96e3-4e0e-ba5c-7d2222b45243&amp;headerbg=%23d2aa89&amp;inactivebg=%23d2dfdd&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;</description><link>http://zenrise.blogspot.com/2008/01/absolutely-yours.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiviVnLQy_zs_xyC52RDglna4U877x5soNwMmOdLt-i0SzHYpX3qAGogTRySRnosTX-u2aIakrgLBjG1wThT6fN89XXjI-5hPZBcT7sp0cSDB7BRngv8cP0UEDghrVYOiRxXYLN7MEx1qzx/s72-c/the_young_monk_and_the_buddha.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591820952954173028.post-1504352760960491234</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2008 16:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T00:18:54.125-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">quills</category><title>GET LOST OR GET REAL</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig-POldJfbupArwPb_0VzuERPiO-MNpp3Ci1KaiFs72TWWUz4D76h1YeF9dVYlN5qYGdLh5_aG1QrnurYESheeEQfSAYE0COVHNxjdPoWYneJ5Lc6Yxg_0UEqauFfHcZy9Cd0EvQasLcr3/s1600-h/37799367.Butterfly_2576.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 124px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig-POldJfbupArwPb_0VzuERPiO-MNpp3Ci1KaiFs72TWWUz4D76h1YeF9dVYlN5qYGdLh5_aG1QrnurYESheeEQfSAYE0COVHNxjdPoWYneJ5Lc6Yxg_0UEqauFfHcZy9Cd0EvQasLcr3/s200/37799367.Butterfly_2576.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155365579620670114&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETTING GO, MEANS SURRENDERING TO SPACIOUSNESS.&lt;br /&gt;It does not mean to let go of MINDFULLNESS. Never let go of TRUTH. Have compassion AND passion. But let go of what ECLIPSES enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;Surrendering, means BEING a humble servant to the BASIC life energy. To DANCE, rather than trying to conquer. BALANCE, rather than letting yourself go and be &quot;swept away&quot; by the moments passing by. CHOOSE, rather than trying to have it &quot;all&quot; at ONCE. Within balance, infinite spaciousness reveals itself as true awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE LIKE TO GET LOST IN A &quot;MOMENT&quot;, precisely because it makes our EGO feel transparent. Being &quot;swept away&quot; allows us to &quot;loose&quot; ourselves in the PRESENT. So we chase these moments. We CRAVE them, to feed our inherent appetite for &quot;being in the NOW&quot;. However, the spaciousness and bliss we may experience from such a moment, does not come from the moment itself. Moments pass. Spaciousness is always present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN MOMENTS. Out of moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot; src=&quot;http://w.sharethis.com/widget/?tabs=web%2Cemail&amp;charset=utf-8&amp;services=facebook%2Cdigg%2Cstumbleupon%2Cdelicious%2Creddit%2Cblinklist%2Cnewsvine%2Cfurl%2Ctailrank%2Cmagnolia%2Cgoogle_bmarks%2Cwindows_live&amp;style=default&amp;publisher=a5b8f0d5-96e3-4e0e-ba5c-7d2222b45243&amp;headerbg=%23d2aa89&amp;inactivebg=%23d2dfdd&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;</description><link>http://zenrise.blogspot.com/2008/01/get-lost-or-get-real.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig-POldJfbupArwPb_0VzuERPiO-MNpp3Ci1KaiFs72TWWUz4D76h1YeF9dVYlN5qYGdLh5_aG1QrnurYESheeEQfSAYE0COVHNxjdPoWYneJ5Lc6Yxg_0UEqauFfHcZy9Cd0EvQasLcr3/s72-c/37799367.Butterfly_2576.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591820952954173028.post-6694436270344596593</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jan 2008 07:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T00:18:54.672-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">quills</category><title>THE POISON OF SHUNYATA</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT9Vns4CgTNKGTOoe9GFPngmIm70YGeljGhGU9dyX2Z2v5N22v15pXDRZdJZ1be0zkzRqJLXSA4Va0VFXWVcyirI7w7t86x7CBsgyb9vfvNoSZT19aEbriSoJSIzLKXfAxu-l-_KrKp1yA/s1600-h/266509.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 126px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT9Vns4CgTNKGTOoe9GFPngmIm70YGeljGhGU9dyX2Z2v5N22v15pXDRZdJZ1be0zkzRqJLXSA4Va0VFXWVcyirI7w7t86x7CBsgyb9vfvNoSZT19aEbriSoJSIzLKXfAxu-l-_KrKp1yA/s200/266509.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154866693399435266&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a novice student of the Dharma was walking along the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did not believe he needed a guru, as he had realized emptiness all by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  beautiful rose was growing on a bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student looked at it, then pulled out all its petals and stamped ferousiously on the remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bird, singing in a cherrytree, was silenced by a small rock, hurled from his hand with admirable precision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He passed a pond, with crystal-clear water and colorful Koi swiming beneath the lotuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student took a small bottle from his bag and emptied it&#39;s entire content into the stillness.&lt;br /&gt;The water then went milky white before the fish all floated to the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old woman had been watching this peculiar behavior, and asked the young man:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Why are you destroying these expressions of beauty, do you not find the splendor of nature worth admirering-?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man looked at her, and overbearingly replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;All things are impermanent by nature. Do you not think it is better to let them return to their true nature as soon as possible-?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old woman smiled and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;In that case, my dear friend, why don&#39;t you go and jump off that tall cliff over there, and realize your OWN true nature-?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot; src=&quot;http://w.sharethis.com/widget/?tabs=web%2Cemail&amp;charset=utf-8&amp;services=facebook%2Cdigg%2Cstumbleupon%2Cdelicious%2Creddit%2Cblinklist%2Cnewsvine%2Cfurl%2Ctailrank%2Cmagnolia%2Cgoogle_bmarks%2Cwindows_live&amp;style=default&amp;publisher=a5b8f0d5-96e3-4e0e-ba5c-7d2222b45243&amp;headerbg=%23d2aa89&amp;inactivebg=%23d2dfdd&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;</description><link>http://zenrise.blogspot.com/2008/01/poison-of-shunyata.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT9Vns4CgTNKGTOoe9GFPngmIm70YGeljGhGU9dyX2Z2v5N22v15pXDRZdJZ1be0zkzRqJLXSA4Va0VFXWVcyirI7w7t86x7CBsgyb9vfvNoSZT19aEbriSoJSIzLKXfAxu-l-_KrKp1yA/s72-c/266509.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591820952954173028.post-3747520116141423648</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jan 2008 07:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T00:18:55.086-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">classic parables</category><title>WASH YOUR BOWL</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLDniZG7jynDjV6WyQsIdDA8UCEgiIzyUj3fkbXdzhRGwJ1z23orVIF_33XKiSl1xUAx7x3CvBmFkhE_CFFxDLwFB83EqcU78v0oJuLTKHYVhsJ_fXCBACllq_zvY1QMN_p9Bu9v7svhvB/s1600-h/100778.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 107px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLDniZG7jynDjV6WyQsIdDA8UCEgiIzyUj3fkbXdzhRGwJ1z23orVIF_33XKiSl1xUAx7x3CvBmFkhE_CFFxDLwFB83EqcU78v0oJuLTKHYVhsJ_fXCBACllq_zvY1QMN_p9Bu9v7svhvB/s320/100778.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154864618930231282&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A monk told Joshu, &quot;I have just entered the monastery.&lt;br /&gt;Please teach me.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshu asked, &quot;Have you eaten your rice porridge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monk replied, &quot;I have eaten.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshu said, &quot;Then you had better wash your bowl.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment the monk was enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot; src=&quot;http://w.sharethis.com/widget/?tabs=web%2Cemail&amp;charset=utf-8&amp;services=facebook%2Cdigg%2Cstumbleupon%2Cdelicious%2Creddit%2Cblinklist%2Cnewsvine%2Cfurl%2Ctailrank%2Cmagnolia%2Cgoogle_bmarks%2Cwindows_live&amp;style=default&amp;publisher=a5b8f0d5-96e3-4e0e-ba5c-7d2222b45243&amp;headerbg=%23d2aa89&amp;inactivebg=%23d2dfdd&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;</description><link>http://zenrise.blogspot.com/2008/01/wash-your-bowl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLDniZG7jynDjV6WyQsIdDA8UCEgiIzyUj3fkbXdzhRGwJ1z23orVIF_33XKiSl1xUAx7x3CvBmFkhE_CFFxDLwFB83EqcU78v0oJuLTKHYVhsJ_fXCBACllq_zvY1QMN_p9Bu9v7svhvB/s72-c/100778.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591820952954173028.post-1983501527053473596</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jan 2008 14:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T00:18:55.277-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">classic parables</category><title>EMPTY  YOUR  CUP</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; 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