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Re: Just for fun: the random, useless announcements thread!
The mist didn't lift until mid-afternoon...
I remember growing up in London when the smog was so thick you could only see around a metre or two in front of you...
Shoshin1
Re: No Buddhist Quotes
“Take a coin. It has a head side, and a tails side. They are different, yet part of the same whole. Or take buying and selling. They are different processes, yet you cannot buy unless someone else sells. This is known as Advaita, nonduality, expressing the unity of things.”
— Alan Watts
Jeroen
Re: Pristine Pure Land Buddhism
July 13, 2024
Wonderful Metaphors in the Pure Land School
The parable of “Two Rivers and a White Path” by Master Shandao
6. “ Right Attention” Means Exclusive Recitation of Amitabha’s Name
“Right attention” means exclusive recitation of “Namo Amitabha Buddha”, “even just ten times”.
In the Pure Land teachings, a practitioner who aspires to be reborn in the Western Land of Bliss through exclusive recitation of Amitabha’s name, like the traveler in the fable who goes straight towards the west without deviation, is considered to have right attention. Put simply, it is the attitude of a practitioner who believes in and accepts Amitabha’s deliverance through the exclusive practice of Amitabha-recitation.
Namo Amituofo!
Bunks
Re: Stillness… quiet… the body
@lobster said:
But 'you' are not a sensation.
Awww!
That is me and memes and GNU-gurus down the drain then...
...or perhaps not?Tee hee. Just when we thought we were something! Nothing. Nada. Rein. Mu. Tsk, tsk.
I'll be in the nowhere corner, with nowhere to go and not even me for company...
You have nowhere to go, and you cannot run away from yourself... even when there is nothing. 
Impermanent are all compounded things.
When one perceives this with true insight,
one becomes detached from suffering; this is the path
of purification.
Re: Stillness… quiet… the body
Thus have I heard (and to some extent experienced) ...
There is no "permanently" abiding self ...and not no-self whatsoever...
The sense of self comes and goes, chops and changes, like all things it is a state of flux
Transient alas are all component things
Subject are they to birth and then decay
Having gained birth, to death the life flux swings
Bliss truely dawns when unrest dies away
Shoshin1