Learn how to read the love letters sent by the wind and rain, the snow and moon.
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My real dwelling _x000D_ Has no pillars _x000D_ And no roof either _x000D_ So rain cannot soak it _x000D_ And wind cannot blow _x000D_ it down.
Interpretation
The quote expresses a sense of inner strength and resilience that is unaffected by external circumstances.
This quote by Ikkyu suggests a profound understanding of one's inner self, indicating that true peace and stability come from within, rather than from external structures or possessions. By stating that his dwelling lacks physical pillars and a roof, he emphasizes that no matter the storms or challenges in life, his inner sanctuary remains untouched and unaffected, highlighting the importance of spiritual and emotional strength.
In practice
This quote could be used in a motivational speech about emotional resilience.
Learn how to read the love letters sent by the wind and rain, the snow and moon.
Break open_x000D_ _x000D_ A cherry tree_x000D_ _x000D_ And there are no flowers;_x000D_ _x000D_ But the spring breeze_x000D_ _x000D_ Brings forth myriad blossoms.
Having no destination, I am never lost.
From the world of passions returning to the world of passions: _x000D_ There is a moment's pause. _x000D_ If it rains, let it rain, if the wind blows, let it blow.
Look at the cherry blossoms!_x000D_ Their color and scent fall with them,_x000D_ Are gone forever,_x000D_ Yet mindless_x000D_ The spring comes again.
The tree is stripped,_x000D_ _x000D_ All color, fragrance gone,_x000D_ _x000D_ Yet already on the bough,_x000D_ _x000D_ Uncaring spring!
Reality - Dreams = Animal Being Reality + Dreams = A Heart-Ache (usually called Idealism) Reality + Humor = Realism (also called Conservatism) Dreams - Humor = Fanaticism Dreams + Humor = Fantasy Reality + Dreams + Humor = Wisdom
I take with me the conscience of defeat as a victory banner.
The Lord has given us a table at which to feast, not an altar on which a victim is to be offered; He has not consecrated priests to make sacrifice, but servants to distribute the sacred feast.
Ancient eschatological texts are actually maps of the inner territories of the psyche that seem to transcend race and culture and originate in the collective unconscious.
Into this wild Abyss/ The womb of Nature, and perhaps her grave--/ Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire,/ But all these in their pregnant causes mixed/ Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight,/ Unless the Almighty Maker them ordain/ His dark materials to create more worlds,--/ Into this wild Abyss the wary Fiend/ Stood on the brink of Hell and looked a while,/ Pondering his voyage; for no narrow frith/ He had to cross.
In Reformed theology, if God is not sovereign over the entire created order, then he is not sovereign at all. The term sovereignty too easily becomes a chimera. If God is not sovereign, then he is not God.
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