Bob Dylan: “Ring Them Bells” from the album, Oh Mercy.
“A hundred thousand worlds are flowers in the sky,
a single mind and body is moonlight in the water;
once the cunning ends and information stops,
at that moment there is no place for thought.”
Today, in the River.
God, please divest me of all the beliefs I’ve ever had, which I’ve held in direct proportion to the doubt they’ve covered.
Adyashanti. Thank you, sharanam who added: “A “prayer” heard during a talk he gave last night in NYC, as he spoke about the danger of authority and the kind of knowledge which comes from anything but direct experience…these words are only pointers, that’s all they can ever be…When questioned by an audience member why he was using so many words to talk about the ineffable, he replied that indeed it’s ironic. And after relaying a great explanation a wise abbess of a Zen monastery had given him once (which I’ve now forgotten), he said that Ramana Maharshi would describe teaching as using a thorn to dig out another thorn in your flesh…it’s sometimes the best way, messy it may be!”