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The game isn’t to end up a good meditator; but to end up free.
The game isn’t to end up a good Buddhist; it’s to end up Buddha.
The game isn’t to end up a good Christian; but to end up Christ.
The game isn’t to end up loving; it’s to end up being love.
Ram Dass
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dharmarainbow · 2 years
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*~IMPERMANENCE OF ALL THINGS~*    
There is no baser folly than the infatuation that looks upon the ephemeral as if it were everlasting. Amassing great wealth is gradual, like the gathering of a theater crowd. Its dispersal is sudden, like that same crowd departing. Wealth's nature is to be unenduring. Upon acquiring it, quickly do that which is enduring.  Though it seems a harmless gauge of time, to those who fathom it, a day is a saw steadily cutting down the tree of life. Do good deeds with a sense of urgency, before death's approaching rattle strangles the tongue. What wondrous greatness this world possesses--that yesterday a man was, and today he is not.  Men do not know if they will live another moment, yet their thoughts are ten million and more. The soul's attachment to the body is like that of a fledgling,  which forsakes its empty shell and flies away. Death is like falling asleep, and birth is like waking from that sleep. Not yet settled in a permanent home, the soul takes temporary shelter in a body.
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From: Saint Tiruvalluvar's "Tirukural," an ethical masterpiece written over 2,200 years ago in South India. This American English translation is known as Weaver's Wisdom.
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dharmarainbow · 2 years
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"What's the unsuspecting name of God? Breath. We don't need to connect up to the heavens, we just need to return to our breath." 
~Matt Kahn~
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