Not creating delusions is enlightenment.
BodhidharmaRead
Whoever realizes that the six senses aren't real, that the five aggregates are fictions, that no such things can be located anywhere in the body, understands the language of Buddhas.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that true understanding comes from recognizing the illusory nature of our senses and concepts of self.
Bodhidharma's quote emphasizes the importance of seeing beyond the physical and transient aspects of our existence. It invites individuals to question the reality of their perceptions and the constructs of identity that arise from the five aggregatesβform, sensation, perception, mental formations, and consciousness. By realizing that these are not absolute truths but rather illusions, one can attain a deeper understanding akin to that of enlightened beings, or Buddhas.
In practice
In a meditation workshop, discussing the nature of perception.
Not creating delusions is enlightenment.
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Freeing oneself from words is liberation.
The Dharma is the truth that all natures are pure.
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Let your vision be world embracing rather than confined to your own self.
So the crew fly on with no thought that they are in motion. Like night over the sea, they are very far from the earth, from towns, from trees. The clock ticks on. The dials, the radio lamps, the various hands and needles go though their invisible alchemy. . . . and when the hour is at hand the pilot may glue his forehead to the window with perfect assurance. Out of oblivion the gold has been smelted: there it gleams in the lights of the airport.
In the chapel you prayed to be a saint and now I will make you a god.
A 'good job' can be both practically attractive while still not good enough to devote your entire life to.
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