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All things return to the one, to where does the one return? |
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A Philosopher Asks Buddah A philosopher asks Buddah, 'Without words, without the wordless, will you tell me the truth?'
The Buddah kept silence. The philosopher bowed and thanked Buddah saying:'With your loving kindness, I have cleared away my delusions and entered the true path.' After the philosopher had gone, Ananda asked the Buddah what he had attained. The Buddah replied, 'A good horse runs at even the shadow of the whip.' |
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I am all that is. All that is, is me. I am every tree, every rock, every blade of grass. I look in the mirror and see myself, but I look at you and see myself, too. I am every rose, every thorn, every person. I am all that exists, and all that exists is me. |
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