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| | From: Mykkyo (Original Message) | Sent: 10/4/2001 3:46 PM |
The Dream of life Life is just a dream, but in this dream the dreamers have forgotten they are sleeping. Silent, steady, slow, sure they slipped- like stones released beneath the darkend surface of the sea- far beyond awarness of the truth of there enchanting fantasy. When will they even think to free themselves.
Life is just a dream. Its not like a dream, it is a dream and nothing other then a dream.
Have you ever had a dream that you became so involved in, you completely forgot that you where dreaming? Because you dreamed, ignorant of the truth of the dreaming, the "self" in the dream seemed as completely real as the oblects/space/time of the dream continuum. In fact, the self of the dream space was so far removed from awareness of the dream that if, in the dream, someone had told you that you where just dreaming, you would never have believed it: both the world of the dream and the self posited in the dream felt real and concrete and appeared to exist absolutly seperate from the creation of your mind. It wasn't until you actually awoke from the dream that, shocked, you realized it was just a dream.
Much like our dreaming state, we live in this dream world everyday. Ignorant of the truth and reality that surrounds us. Only when we awake from this dream we call reality will we truly see it for what it is. Nothing more then a creation of our mind. ~Mykkyo |
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| | | From: Evonne | Sent: 12/4/2001 1:17 AM |
Wow Mykkyo! That was the best one yet (to me)!  |
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When the sun shines in day I see all things so clear. When the moon shines at night The sun gives it light…Still all things are clear. All things no this universal light But some only view it through Clouds that obscure the sight. ~Mykkyo |
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Empty words build homes on the lips of the blind. Swift, quite and slowly, they sneak up from behind. The words are the condition of the mind that I seek, silence of mind, are the words that will speak. ~Mykkyo |
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My personal Bodhisattva Vow: Born yesterday, born today, born again tomorrow I know not how many times. Death comes this way as well, I know not how many times. When will this end, when did it begin I know not. But I will remain as long as The sky remains, as long as there are those In need and only then will my vow be fulfilled. ~Mykkyo |
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| If I know the I that is me, how can I not know you that I see. If I feel the I that I call me, how can I not feel you of you and me. If I deeply care for all of you, then this caring compassion I will share with me, and you are the you that has now become we. ~Mykkyo |
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The Buddha’s words of compassion: This is what should be done
By one who is skilled in goodness,
And who knows the path of peace: Let them be able and upright,
Straightforward and gentle in speech.
Humble and not conceited,
Contented and easily satisfied.
Unburdened with duties and frugal in their ways.
Peaceful and calm, and wise and skillful,
Not proud and demanding in nature. Let them not do the slightest thing
That the wise would later reprove. Wishing: In gladness and in saftey,
May all beings be at ease.
Whatever living beings there may be;
Whether they are weak or strong, omitting none,
The great or the mighty, medium, short or small,
The seen and the unseen,
Those living near and far away,
Those born and to-be-born,
May all beings be at ease! Let none deceive another,
Or despise any being in any state.
Let none through anger or ill-will
Wish harm upon another. Even as a mother protects with her life
Her child, her only child,
So with a boundless heart
Should one cherish all living beings:
Radiating kindness over the entire world
Spreading upwards to the skies,
And downwards to the depths;
Outwards and unbounded,
Freed from hatred and ill-will. Whether standing or walking, seated or lying down
Free from drowsiness,
One should sustain this recollection. This is said to be the sublime abiding.
By not holding to fixed views,
The pure-hearted one, having clarity of vision,
Being freed from all sense desires,
Is not born again into this world. ~Mykkyo |
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The mind that aspires to truth, is the mind of mirrored wisdom. The wisdom it reflects can only be seen from within. The mists of conditioning fog the mirror of this mind, but the radiant light of true understanding will wipe it clear. Do not grasp to concepts of conditions, nor to concepts of man. All paths lead to where you already are. ~Mykkyo |
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One hundred and eight times I have called the name, one hundred and eight times I heard no reply. Knowing not the response I should receive, knowing not what identity would reply. One hundred and eight are the perfection’s I embody, one hundred and eight are the deferments that ensue. One complimenting the other until both become unity, never fully realizing the truth I already contain. Sleeping day and night I dream one hundred and eight dreams, each one as real as the last. Knowing there is something Just outside my mind, when will these dreams come to pass. One hundred and eight lives will I lead, until finally enlightenment is attained. Not knowing that all the while the name I called was none other then my very own name. ~Mykkyo |
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 I like that one a lot |
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In a dream I make choices, none right none wrong. In a dream what would the choice matter? Would I make the same choice if the dream became real? Should I care what the outcome of that choice may be, if not seen through dreaming eyes that choice is easy. In a dream you can fly, see God, its all real. But when you wake from that dream that’s not how it feels. So choose to see your dreams for that which they are, wonderful flights of fancy seen from afar. ~Mykkyo |
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I know the things that make me happy I know the things that make me sad I know the smell of fresh cut grass I know the spray of an ocean wave As it breaks on the shore I know the smile of the friends I see I know war unfortunately All of these things I think I know Resemble to me fresh fallen snow The sun comes and it’s gone Was it ever there at all? <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p> <o:p></o:p> What’s beneath this fallen snow? Looking from a window I may Never know. The glass distorts The view I see…no wind…no Cold…is it really snow I see? Or is the snow something else In disguise, open the door and Open your eyes. <o:p></o:p> The gift to those who wish to know Some boots…a hat…and an open Window. <o:p></o:p> ~Mykkyo |
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I counted my breath..1..2..3 controlling the visions my mind chose to see time pasted by…one week…one year until calm abiding silence whispered in my ear Knowing not past or future but this moment in time all three are as one in the calm abiding mind Analyzing the subtle, then returning to calm insight, wisdom and bliss comforting as a song windows in the mind open and fresh air flows through a windy day colored with rain, the illusions I saw began floating away. The obvious distorted when seen through the glass…all became clear as that winter storm passed. Now things are the same, I am still me only the way I view has changed what I see I dream the dreams I have dreamt every night but the truth of those dreams I now have in sight. ~Mykkyo |
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