Raising up his dust-whisk, the Master asked, "To what kind of dharma world does this belong?"
The monk contemplated what he might answer, and the Master remarked, "It is just feverish activity to try to realize or understand the matter by thinking or contemplating. In the light of the sun, a single lamp will certainly lose its brilliance."
The vast flood rolls onward,
But yield yourself
And it floats you upon it.
Just an old leaf, yet
try to follow its structure -
or count its colors!
Now, what does it mean to be free? Is freedom a matter of doing what happens to suit you, going where you like, thinking what you will? This you do anyhow.
Merely to have independence, does that mean freedom? Many people in the world are independent, but very few are free.
Freedom is a state of mind in which there is no fear or compulsion, no urge to be secure.
Don't we want to be told what marvelous people we are, how lovely we look, or what extraordinary intelligence we have? Otherwise we would not put letters after our names. All that kind of thing gives us self-assurance, a sense of importance. We all want to be famous people - and the moment we want to be something, we are no longer free.
Please see this, for it is the real clue to the understanding of the problem of freedom.
You see, you are not educated for this; your education encourages you to become something or other - but that is not the understanding of yourself. Your "self" is a very complex thing; it is not merely the entity that goes to school, that quarrels, that plays games, that is afraid, but it is also something hidden, not obvious. It is made up, not only of all the thoughts that you think, but also of all the things that have been put into your mind by other people, by books, by the newspapers, by your leaders; and it is possible to understand all that only when you don't want to be somebody, when you don't imitate, when you don't follow . . . That is the only true revolution, leading to extraordinary freedom.
The perfect man employs his mind as a mirror. It grasps nothing, it
refuses nothing. It receives but does not keep.
A wrong means can never be used towards a right end.
If the means is evil, the end will also be evil.
Good is not the opposite of evil; it comes into being only when that which is evil has utterly ceased.
When the mind is no longer comparing, judging, evaluating, and is therefore capable of seeing what is from moment to moment without wanting to change it - in that very perception is the eternal.
Man must evolve for all human conflict a method which rejects revenge, aggression and retaliation. The foundation of such a method is love.
-Martin Luther King
Truth is not something to be archieved.
You know, a lovely rose is a lovely rose; but we human beings have been given the capacity to think . . . To know how to think requires a great deal of penetration, understanding, but to know what to think is comparatively easy. Our present education consists in telling us what to think, it does not teach us how to think, how to penetrate, how to explore...
Questioner: Why do men fight?
Why do young boys fight? You sometimes fight with your brother, or with the other boys here, don't you? Why? You fight over a toy. Perhaps another boy has taken your ball, or your book, and therefore you fight. Grown-up people fight for exactly the same reason, only their toys are position, wealth and power. . . . It is as simple as that.
Thought is a very strange thing, is it not? Do you know what thought is?
Thought or thinking for most people is something put together by the mind, and they battle over their thoughts. But if you can really listen to everything - to the lapping of the water on the bank or a river, to the song of the birds, to the crying of a child, to your mother scolding you, to a friend bullying you, to your wife or husband nagging you - then you will find that you go beyond the words, beyond the mere verbal expressions which so tear one's being.
Self inquiry begins in asking not what am I but what am I not?
The moment you follow someone you cease to follow truth.
Now if you come to think of it, what is the "I"? When you talk about "I," "mine," my house, my enjoyment, my wife, my child, my live, my temperament, what is that?