The past is in the hair of the future
There have never been any Buddhas before me.
The future lies in the eye of the past
Can one be born from the past?
Causes and effects have the same origin.
Uncertain is destiny
Unstable are the thoughts of the awakened.
Everyone wants to know what they are worth in God's eyes.
All delve into the depths of the mind
To find out who they are.
If the beginning and the end have the same origin
The origin is neither the beginning nor the end.
The past is in the hair of the past
The future lies in the hair of the future.
Taking care of everything that appears and disappears
Gives birth to the body of the unborn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Be there<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Our duty as monks and men is to rekindle the fire of clear thinking.
The seven dancers of omnipresent wisdom
They are the guardians of the great balance and non-duality.
What is the aurora?
From the mysterious void came sound
And sound became light.
Light became will, intention to be, born from emptiness.
Then compassionate wisdom arose with determination.
And gave birth to the fire of constructive intelligence.
Thus was formed the sacred triangle from which all matter derives,
The Three in One.
That is the Mystery.
The first \u00abthought-beings\u00bb, the \u00abthere-beings\u00bb,
Bearers of the pure light of the spirit, ,
Were like cells of the same body
With only one idea and one goal:
Explore the mysteries of the mind.
Once the mysteries of the mind have been revealed,
Nine sound principles emerged:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
1 \u2013 Tell only the truth
2 \u2013 Only speak about other people's good qualities
3 \u2013 Be a confidant and do not spread rumours
4 \u2013 Lift the veil of anger to reveal the beauty inherent in everyone
5 \u2013 Do not waste what you have been given, and you will not be in need.
6 \u2013 Honour the light in everyone, do not make comparisons, consider everything as it is.
7 \u2013 Respect all life, free your heart from ignorance
8 \u2013 Do not kill (animals) and do not harbour angry thoughts. They kill accumulated wisdom.
9 \u2013 Act now. If you see what needs to be done, do it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
These nine laws are the guardians of your heart.
Around which dance the seven dancers of omnipresent wisdom.
They all remain beyond the shores of the great Mystery.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The breath<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To be rich, one need only contemplate the mind.
But what is the mind?
There is no secret, no mystery,
There is only what you are.
To be stronger than rock
And humble as spring water.
The smallest of insects
Can teach us great things.
All the little things we do
Every day, every moment,
Are of great importance.
Our lives are full of many little things.
Which we must carry out with care.
We always want to do great things.
While trampling on the seeds of the masters of the past.
Everything originates from the infinitely small,
Nothing comes from the greatness of things.
The breath of the morning breeze is nothing
But without him, we are nothing.
Every breath is life, and every life is breath.
Men like to talk about life.
But life is a breath that language cannot express.
Taking care of those smaller than oneself
And taking care of what is greater than oneself.
Everything is always much more beautiful
For those whose hearts are open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Morning song<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Every step is a prayer
For, in the act of paying attention
All prayers are recorded.
In the act of paying attention,
The 10,000 compassion lights illuminate the path.
Everything is resonance, and every step
Let serenity glide on the wings of silence
And seize the breath of the spirit as it passes.
Being a man is not an attitude,
A state of mind, a way of being in harmony.
It is gathering life on earth and in the sky.
And transform it in his heart.
In the great silence of solitude,
The insects buzz and react to my footsteps.
Never stop listening at night.
True treasures are not found in the light.
When nature shows me kindness,
I feel it in my heart
And the heart does not express itself through words.
When men distance themselves from nature,
Their hearts harden and resemble their heads.
The scent of the wind washed by rain and perfumed with pine essence
Tell me that all things communicate with each other.
When the toad sings its morning song,
I pause in a gesture of prayer.
I saw my spirit dancing at the fingertips of the ancient poplar tree.
Who do you think I am?<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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