To visit a Benedictine monastery of almost any kind is to find oneself spending time among a group of people who, by their strivings to live and grow together, have become more and more themselves, as God intended them, instead of being crushed into false uniformity by some idealistic and authoritarian regime.The monk had been kind to me when I visited to make an extended retreat at his monastery.
(--Universalis, from Friday 11 July 2008, on feast of Saint Benedict, Abbot)
There is no Dharma that can be explained, no Mind that can be spoken of: inherent reality-nature is empty. Going back to the fundamental basis, it is the Path. The real identity of the Path is empty and boundless, vast and pure. With its stillness and solitude, it obliterates the cosmos. It pervades ancient and modern, but its nature is pure. This is the pure buddha-land.Every once and again things quiet. Mind resides nowhere.
- Records of the Lanka
I trust in the wisdom of the non-localized self.
What's true for one is true for all.
No excluding. There's nothing wrong with any part of what we consider a cobbled self.
Nothing to cobble. Every bit of it is the whole of it.
There you are!