Quotes About Harmony

To kill the heart does not mean to let it dry and wither away, but it means that it has become undivided and gathered into one.

The origin of the great Way (the Tao) [is] the heavenly heart.... If you can be absolutely quiet then the heavenly heart will spontaneously manifest itself.124

Just stay at the center of the circle and let all things take their course."68

Chuang Tzu had an apt view on such quiet receptivity: "There is happiness in stillness.... If you are open to everything you see and hear, and allow this to act through you, even gods and spirits will come to you."6

When a person has found the method of making thoughts and energy harmonize with one another... spirit and energy are pure and clear; the heart is empty, human nature (lising) manifest, and the light of consciousness transforms itself into the light of human nature. If one continues to hold firmly the light of human nature, the Abysmal [water, K'an] and the Clinging (fire, Li) have intercourse spontaneously.

recorded by Chuang Tzu, but said by Lin Hui: My bond with the child Was the bond of Tao.25

So the learning of complete people is to return their essential nature to non-being and float their minds in spaciousness.41

When the dark is at rest, the light begins to move.

He could tune her, bringing out her better instincts and filtering out her lesser ones.

Some people carry their heart in their head and some carry their head in their heart. The trick is to keep them apart yet working together.

The business of art is to reveal the relation between man and his environment.

People always make war when they say they love peace.

Gazing at the Sacred Peak What is this ancestor Exalt Mountain like? Endless greens of north and south meeting Where Changemaker distills divine beauty, Where yin and yang cleave dusk and dawn. Chest heaving breathes out cloud, and eyes Open dusk bird-flight home. One day soon, On the summit, peaks ranging away will be small enough to hold, all in a single glance. Tu Fu

Tu Fu's wandering through the thousands of miles of ancestor peaks was always the Tao/Cosmos open to itself- ancestor wandering itself and gazing into itself; thinking itself and feeling itself, lamenting itself, and celebrating itself, writing poems about itself.

Try to improve it and you ruin it. Try to hold it and you lose it.

Just do what you do, and then leave: such is the Way of heaven.

Standing Alone Empty skies. And beyond, one hawk. Between river banks, two white gulls Laze, wind-drifted. Fit for an easy kill, To and fro, they follow contentment. Grasses all frost-singed. Spiderwebs Still hung. Heaven's loom of origins Tangling our human ways too, I stand Facing sorrow's ten thousand sources. Tu Fu

Amid spring mountains, alone, I set out to find you. Axe strokes crack-crack, and quit. Quiet mystery Deepens. I follow a stream up into last snow and ice And beyond, dusk light aslant, to Stone Gate forests. Deer roam all morning here, for you harm nothing. Wanting nothing, you know chi gold and silver all Night. Facing you on a whim in such dark, the way Home lost- I feel it drifting, this whole empty boat. Tu Fu

To me, the world's rather beautiful if you look at it. Especially nature.

The heart of man is made to reconcile the most glaring contradictions.

The most perfect happiness, surely, must arise from the contemplation of the most perfect object.

He is happy, whose circumstances suit his temper; but he is more excellent, who can suit his temper to any circumstances.

He is happy whose circumstances suit his temper, but he is more excellent who can suit his temper to his circumstance.

A gift of truth is the gift of love.