Repost, maybe? I don't even know what day it is.
Pointer:
A clear-eyed fellow has no nest: sometimes on the summit of the solitary peak weeds grow in profusion; sometimes he's naked and free in the bustling marketplace. Suddenly he appears as an angry titan with three heads and six arms; suddenly as Sun Face or Moon Face Buddha he releases the light of all embracing mercy. In a single atom he manifests all physical forms; to save people according to their type, he mixes with mud and water. If suddenly he releases an opening upwards, not even the Buddha's eye could see him; even if a thousand sages appeared, they too would have to fall back three thousand miles. Is there anyone with the same attainment and same realization?
grrl: The idea of being trapped in one's comfort zone. Anyone relate?
When I think of this I see a nest. Yes, I know it's a gross neckbeard thing, pls just no. I'm not talking about that, I'm talking about the nest that the clear-eyed person has no need for (see above).
At what point do we cut ourselves a break because pandemic? Can't I just have a small nest, for the duration of my province's new 14-day lockdown? Can I no-nest under a fluffy duvet? Zen masters weren't anti-comfort.
Were they? What is my self?
Revisited the quote after stumbling upon a post by "ew-know-who" I thought was worth sharing.
Submitted April 28, 2021 at 02:01AM by wrrdgrrl https://ift.tt/2QzzVvW
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