RIGHT SPEECH
It's the Words one hears
but the Thoughts that are revealed.
And thus the Mind appears
that would be otherwise concealed.
If the Words give this Example
of the flowing mental din,
thus being but a Sample,
what Torrents seethe and boil within!
In the Tangle of the Senses,
the Wandering Mind has lost its Way
and stumbles through its broken fences,
confused, in darkness, Night and Day.
Words upon a page,
ripples upon a mind,
ripples upon a sea.
Wind drops,
sea calms.
Where are the ripples then?
Who thinks
what?
New Project: SAMMĀ-KAMMANTA (RIGHT ACTION)
Thursday, 26 August 2010
SAMMĀ SANKAPPA (RIGHT THOUGHT)
RIGHT THOUGHT
Because we sit and dream (and dream)
we cannot separate is and seem;
images come in floods and teem.
Because we sit and dream (and dream).
Because we lose ourselves in thought
(and all our errors are self-taught)
in Māra’s nets we are well-caught.
Because we lose ourselves in thought.
New Project: SAMMĀ VACA (RIGHT SPEECH)
Because we sit and dream (and dream)
we cannot separate is and seem;
images come in floods and teem.
Because we sit and dream (and dream).
Because we lose ourselves in thought
(and all our errors are self-taught)
in Māra’s nets we are well-caught.
Because we lose ourselves in thought.
New Project: SAMMĀ VACA (RIGHT SPEECH)
SAMMĀ DITTHI (RIGHT VIEW)
RIGHT VIEW
To the rose
the garden disappears.
To the garden
the rose withers away.
(If you were the gardener,
what would you say?)
Trace it all back as far as you can
from where it is now to where it began.
From knife to hand
from hand to eye;
from footprints on sand
to sun in the sky.
Trace it back further to where it begins
to the gateways and windows where all things get in.
The scent is not the rose
but the hairs that line the nose.
The seascape is the roving eye,
the tongue is the taste not the apple pie.
Mozart is what you hear
and his place is in the ear.
And all the subtle sensations that impinge upon the skin
flare their little on/off switches
in the mind that shines within.
New Project: SAMMĀ SANKAPPA (RIGHT THOUGHT)
To the rose
the garden disappears.
To the garden
the rose withers away.
(If you were the gardener,
what would you say?)
Trace it all back as far as you can
from where it is now to where it began.
From knife to hand
from hand to eye;
from footprints on sand
to sun in the sky.
Trace it back further to where it begins
to the gateways and windows where all things get in.
The scent is not the rose
but the hairs that line the nose.
The seascape is the roving eye,
the tongue is the taste not the apple pie.
Mozart is what you hear
and his place is in the ear.
And all the subtle sensations that impinge upon the skin
flare their little on/off switches
in the mind that shines within.
New Project: SAMMĀ SANKAPPA (RIGHT THOUGHT)
Thursday, 12 August 2010
THE FIVE BUDDHIST PRECEPTS
THE FIVE BUDDHIST PRECEPTS
If these precepts were kept throughout the human world, it would make an unbelievable difference. There would be no war, no serious crime, and no need for money to be spent on armies, policing, courts of justice or prisons. If we were wholeheartedly to adopt these five precepts and live our lives by them, we would no longer cause suffering to other living beings by our actions. In this way we would normalise our relationships with others and the world around us.
New Project: SAMMĀ DIṬṬHI (RIGHT VIEW)
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