Autumn clouds, vague and obscure; The evening, lonely and chill. I felt the dampness on my garments, But saw no spot, and heard no sound of rain.
Bai JuyiRead
Two monks sit facing, playing chess on the mountain, The bamboo shadow on the board is dark and clear. Not a person sees the bamboo's shadow, One sometimes hears the pieces being moved.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the idea of mindfulness and the unnoticed subtleties of existence.
In this quote, the act of two monks playing chess on a mountain symbolizes the focus and presence required in life. The bamboo's shadow represents the often-overlooked aspects of existence, suggesting that while we may be engaged in activities, many subtleties of life happen unnoticed. The tranquility of the scene highlights the importance of being present in our actions and the wisdom that comes from contemplation.
In practice
During a meditation retreat, this quote can be shared to encourage participants to observe their thoughts.
Autumn clouds, vague and obscure; The evening, lonely and chill. I felt the dampness on my garments, But saw no spot, and heard no sound of rain.
A little child paddles a little boat, Drifting about, and picking white lotuses. He does not know how to hide his tracks, And duckweed's opened up along his path.
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It comes so soon, the moment when there is nothing left to wait for.
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The human heart is a factory of idols...Everyon e of us is, from his mother's womb, expert in inventing idols.
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Philosophy begins in wonder. And, at the end, when philosophic thought has done its best, the wonder remains.
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