Quotes About Serenity

Don't you stay at home of evenings? Don't you love a cushioned seat in a corner, by the fireside, with your slippers on your feet?

Lord, bid war's trumpet cease; Fold the whole earth in peace.

Nada ansío de nada, mientras dura el instante de eternidad que es todo, cuando no quiero nada.

Noches en las que desearíamos que nos pasaran la mano por el lomo, y en las que súbitamente se comprende que no hay ternura comparable a la de acariciar algo que duerme

A mist lay on the sea, very white but thinning here and there so the water beneath could be seen looking like green milk.

The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.

Wisdom originates in samadhi is what this sutra teaches us.

According to the dictionary, "en" of "enza" is defined "to be peaceful and to rest peacefully." Thus, "za" means "to rest in peace." Therefore, "enza" is "to sit peacefully." It is the same as samadhi.

shikan means that the sitter must be totally integrated with sitting itself and sit in a commanding manner.

Talking, laughing, quarreling, and moving the limbs should all be integrated into the one and the same samadhi.

nirvana, which is another name for samadhi.

We should sit so that our energy increases of itself and brims over instead of putting physical pressure on the lower abdomen by force.

When we refer to the classic text Zazen-gi regarding the method of sitting, we find the following written about the essential technique of zazen, "Once the posture has been stabilized and the breath regulated, push forth the lower abdomen; one thinks not of good or evil.

True "no-thought, no-mind" zazen is just one thing—to have a dauntless mind.

This teaching of O Yomei reminds me of "Kyosho Dofu (Ching-ch'ing Tao-fu) and the voice of rain drops" as told in Article 46 of the Hekigan Roku (Pi-yen Lu).

What is it about this twilight hour? Even the sound of a barely perceptible breeze pierces the heart.

Seeing the moonlight Spilling down Through these trees, My heart fills to the brim With autumn.

Should I leave this burning house Of ceaseless thought And taste the pure rain's Single truth Falling upon my skin?

I shall be nothing, the wind, the sky.

I want to love everyone', I thought, almost tearfully. If you stare at the sky, it changes little by little. Gradually it turns bluish. [..] I had never seen anything as beautiful as the translucent leaves and grass. Gently, I reached out to the touch of the grass.

When I lay next to her my body was enveloped in her current, which mingled with my own harsher current of gloom like a " withered leaf settling to rest on the stones at the bottom of a pool." I had freed myself from fear and uneasiness.

Women sleep so soundly they seem to be dead. Who knows? Women may live in order to sleep.

The smile of one flower permeates those who live next to death more than the problem of life and death.

But in my softness I find peace, however fleeting.