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October 08 2013

10:57
There is a spark of hope, a playful humor about the posture we take in meditation, which lies in the secret understanding that we all have the buddha nature. So when you assume this posture, you are playfully imitating a buddha, acknowledging and giving real encouragement to the emergence of your own buddha nature. You begin to respect yourself as a potential buddha.

At the same time, you still recognize your relative condition. But because you have let yourself be inspired by a joyful trust in your own true buddha nature, you can accept your negative aspects more easily and deal with them more generously and with more humor.

When you meditate, invite yourself to feel the self-esteem, the dignity, and the strong humility of the buddha that you are. If you simply let yourself be inspired by this joyful trust, it is enough: Out of this understanding and confidence, meditation will naturally arise.
— Sogyal Rinpoche
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The idea of buddha mind is not purely a concept or a theoretical, metaphysical idea. It is something extremely real that we can experience ourselves. In fact, it is the ego that feels that we have an ego. It is ego that tells us, “My ego is bothering me. I feel very self-conscious about having to be me. I feel that I have a tremendous burden in me, and I wonder what the best way to get rid of it is.” Yet all those expressions of restlessness that keep coming out of us are the expression of buddha nature: the expression of our unborn, unobstructed, and nondwelling nature.
— Chogyam Trungpa
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People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don't even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child -- our own two eyes. All is a miracle.
— Thich Nhat Hanh
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The Girl with Big Eyes by Steve Wallace
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October 04 2013

18:40
Świat nie może umrzeć. Wielu już pokoleniom zdawało się, że świat umiera. Ale to tylko ich własny świat umierał.
— Tadeusz Konwicki, Mała apokalipsa
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October 03 2013

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When there's a disappointment, I don't know if it's the end of the story. It may just be the beginning of a great adventure.
— :) Pema Chödrön
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October 02 2013

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Któregoś wczesnego ranka w Dolinie Muminków Włóczykij obudził się w swoim namiocie i poczuł, że nadeszła jesień i czas ruszać w drogę. Taki wymarsz zawsze jest nagły. W jednej chwili wszystko się zmienia, temu, kto odchodzi, zależy na każdej minucie, szybko wyciąga namiotowe śledzie i gasi żar, zanim ktokolwiek przyjdzie przeszkadzać i wypytywać, i zaczyna biec, w biegu zarzucając plecak, i wreszcie jest już w drodze, raptem spokojny niczym wędrujące drzewo, na którym nie rusza się ani jeden liść. Tam gdzie stał namiot, świeci pusty prostokąt trawy. Później, kiedy zrobi się dzień, zbudzą się przyjaciele i powiedzą: „Odszedł, widać jesień się zbliża.”
— Tove Jansson, Dolina Muminków w listopadzie
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