“Be not afeard: the isle is full of Noises
Sounds and Sweet Airs, that give delight, and hurt not.”
(Prospero’s isle – Caliban)
The Tempest – Shakespeare
Mind our mind, an isle, this isle, maybe our mind.
“What throws you down into samsara’s deep ocean
Are these thoughts of attachment and anger.
But realize they don’t truly exist,
And all is an island of gold!”
Niguma
Like letting go, tomorrow, whenever
Without settling anywhere – Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche
“The wind blows through the sky and flies over continents without settling anywhere. It traverses space and leaves no trace. Thus should thoughts pass through our minds, leaving no karmic residues and not altering our realisation of fundamental simplicity.”
From the book The Hundred Verses of Advice: Tibetan Buddhist Teachings on What Matters Most
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