Whatever comes to mind. Sometimes a story I read, sometimes something that came to me while holding my mala beads.
A man searched his whole life on a snow mountain for one true sentence. He finally heard half of it. The price for the other half was his life. He didn't hesitate.
Ananda served as the Buddha's closest attendant for twenty-five years, hearing every teaching, yet never attaining enlightenment. After the Buddha's passing, he was excluded from the first Buddhist council. That night, exhausted from relentless practice, as his head fell toward the pillow — in the instant before it touched — he suddenly awakened.
Zhuangzi said the fish were happy. Huizi said you are not a fish. Standing on the bridge, I finally understood: between compassion and wisdom, there is a bridge.
Nothing found