I cannot tell if what the world considers 'happiness' is happiness or not.
All I know is that when I consider the way they go about attaining it, I see them carried away headlong, grim and obsessed, in the general onrush of the human herd, unable to stop themselves or to change their direction.
All the while they claim to be just on the point of attaining happiness
Many people don't know what that means--even some long time students of meditation. But there is a very easy way to see this in our every day lives. For example, here is a wooden chair. It is brown. You sit in the chair, and it holds you up. You can place things on it. But then you light the chair on fire, then leave. When you come back later, the chair is no longer there!
This thing that seemed so solid and strong and real is now just a pile of cinder and ash which the wind blows around. This example shows how the chair is empty: It has no independent existence. Over a long or short time, the chair will eventually change and become something other then what it appears as now. So, the brown chair is complete emptiness. But though it always has the quality of emptiness, this emptiness is form: you can sit on the chair, and it will hold you up. "Form is emptiness, and emptiness is form.
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If I am holding a cup of water and I ask you, "is the cup empty?"
You will say "No, it is full of water."
But if i pour out the water and I ask you again, you may say, "yes, it is empty."
but, empty of what?....My cup is empty of water, but it is not empty of air.
To be empty is to be empty of something.....
The purpose of a fishtrap is to catch fish, and when the fish are caught, the trap is forgotten.
The purpose of a rabbit snare is to catch rabbits. When the rabbits are caught, the snare is forgotten.
The purpose of words is to convey ideas. When the ideas are grasped, the words are forgotten.
Where can I find a man who has forgotten words? He is the one I would like to talk to.
Two monks were once travelling together down a muddy road. A heavy rain was falling. Coming around a bend, they met a lovely girl in a silk kimono and sash, unable to cross the intersection.
"Come on, girl," said the first monk. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her over the mud.
The second monk did not speak again until that night when they reached a lodging temple. Then he no longer could restrain himself. "We monks don't go near females," he said. "It is dangerous. Why did you do that?"
"I left the girl there,: the first monk said. "Are you still carrying her?
