Archives for category: Karma

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A man who is averse from harming even the wind

knows the sorrow of all things living. . . .

He who knows what is bad for himself

knows what is bad for others,

and he who knows what is bad for others

knows what is bad for himself.

This reciprocity should always be borne in mind.

Those whose minds are at peace

and who are free from passions

do not desire to live [at the expense of others]. . . .

He who understands

the nature of sin against wind

is called a true sage who understands karma.

 

Acaranga-sutra

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Usually when people look at the Buddhist precepts, they understand them in terms of human relationships

Do not kill. Do not steal. Do not lie.

Of course these are about human relationships, but what do they mean in terms of the environment?

There is a particular kind of stealing that we do when we clear-cut forests, when topsoil is washed into rivers.

There is a particular kind of killing that we do when we wipe out whole species.

These precepts are taught not only as they relate to humans but also how they relate to the environment, to the ten thousand things.

Not only the sentient, ‘feeling’ beings, deer, muskrat, beaver, but to the rocks, trees and river. All of it.

John Daido Loori Roshi
“Zen’s Radical Conservative,”   Shambhala Sun, July 2001

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Because the awakened one

puts himself behind,

he steps ahead.

Because he gives away,

he gains.

Because he is selfless,

he fulfills himself.

The still is the lord of the restless.

Lao Tzu

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Sept 22 flowers 011You often say, “I would give, but only to the deserving.”

The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture.

They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish.

Surely he who is worthy to receive his days and his nights,

is worthy of all else from you.

And he who has deserved to drink from the ocean of life

deserves to fill his cup from your little stream

Khalil Gibran

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Nov. 27 073“O child of Adam!

Whatever you have collected more than you actually need,

you are not going to use,

so you will end up only acting as its

trustee for another person.

If you want to pray to the Sustainer for a better way of making a living,

first give something in charity.”

Iman Ali, The Prophet’s son-in-law

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Oregon2010 246And a woman who held a babe against

her bosom said, “Speak to us of Children.”

And he said:

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,

which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,

And he bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;

For even as He loves the arrow that flies,

so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Kahlil Gibran,  from The Prophet

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Lincoln City, OR, 2010

Seeds

The mind is like a fertile field-all sorts of things can grow there.
When we plant a seed- an act, a statement, or a thought- it will eventually produce a fruit, which will ripen and fall to the ground and perpetuate more of the same.
Moment by moment we plant potent seeds of causation with our body, speech, and mind.
When the right conditions come together for our karma to ripen, we will have to deal with the consequences of what we have planted.

Chagdud Tulku Rinpoche

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