‘We have seen the standard by which, since ancient times, the Buddhist patriarchs have not spent a day of effort in vain and we should reflect on it constantly. We should consider it on a slow, slow spring day, sitting by a bright window. We should not forget it in the hushed silence of a rainy night, sitting under a plain roof. How is it that time steals our efforts away from us? It not only steals away single days, it steals the merits of abundant kalpas. Why should time and I be adversaries? Regrettably, my own non-training makes it so—that is, my not being familiar with myself, my bearing a grudge against my self.’ (Shobogenzo Gyoji)


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