For Zen students, a weed is a treasure.
Shunryu SuzukiRead
Things are always changing, so nothing can be yours.
Interpretation
This quote emphasizes the transient nature of reality, suggesting that attachment to things is futile as everything is in constant flux.
Shunryu Suzuki highlights the impermanence of life in this quote, illustrating that nothing is permanent and therefore, trying to own or control aspects of life is ultimately futile. The acknowledgment of constant change is a central tenet in many philosophical and spiritual traditions, urging individuals to embrace the fluidity of existence rather than cling to illusions of possession or stability.
In practice
Using this quote in a speech about adaptability in a volatile job market.
For Zen students, a weed is a treasure.
If you take pride in your attainment or become discouraged because of your idealistic effort, your practice will confine you by a thick wall.
As long as you seek for something, you will get the shadow of reality and not reality itself.
No teaching could be more direct than just to sit down.
Everything is perfect, but there is a lot of room for improvement.
When you do not realize that you are one with the river, or one with the universe, you have fear. Whether it is separated into drops or not, water is water. Our life and death are the same thing. When we realize this fact, we have no fear of death anymore.
We still have many neighborhoods that are racially identified. We still have many schools that even though the days of state-enforced segregation are gone, segregation because of geographical boundaries remains.
In this time of globalization, with all its advantages, the poor are the most vulnerable to having their traditions, relationships and knowledge and skills ignored and denigrated, and experiencing development with a great sense of trauma, loss and social disconnectedness.
Each book I write is a shout into the silence and a prayer and a plea for change.
Farewell, my old fan. / Having scribbled on it, / What could I do but tear it / At the end of summer?
Even with censorship, the Internet is a force for change.
Of course it’s the apparently tranquil periods that deceive us. Though our instruments or our senses or our wits may not be able to see the processes that are leading toward these clusters of events, they’re happening. The star, the wheel, the butterfly—all are in a subtle state of unrest, waiting for the moment when some invisible mechanism signals that the time has come. Then the star explodes; the wheel makes poor men rich; the butterfly mates and dies.
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