Art is neither a profession nor a hobby. Art is a Way of being.
On the exoteric level the traditions are irreconcilable. On the esoteric, experiential level of the heart reigns an eloquent, reverential silence.
When the Christ says I: it is the I of all the Masters: the Way, the Truth, the Life
Life ends with the previous thought It is resurrected with the subsequent One
Is there anything more miraculous than the wonders of nature? the monk asked. The Master answered: Yes! Your awareness, your understanding of the wonders of nature.
Even if there had never been a Buddha nor a Christ CHRIST NATURE IS! BUDDHA NATURE IS!
Nothing burns in hell but ego says Tauler. Does anything live but Buddha Nature, Christ Spirit?
all at once I saw that the sun was round! Since then I have been the happiest man on Earth!
The religions are delusional constructs formed around an infallible core.
the distance between this pigeon's brain and mine is minute compared to that between mine and Bodhi's Wisdom Compassion
The Tao cannot be divided, it cannot be shared