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Re: Nāgārjuna
my fave:
Nagarjuna's Mahayanavimsika...
Homage to the Buddha (inconceivable glory)
mind unattached: whose compassion taught the law (expressed th unexpressible)
Buddha's and beings are of one essense-like space-
do not arise though an essence, do not cease in reality
And we are impelled to this world: to nirvana
by what does not occur by what is born in
dependence by what the omniscient know
for all things are pure and calm beyond
duality, like a reflection
reality
and we think there is a self when there is no self
happiness and sorrow and realisation are real for us
the six destinies and this world- the highest happiness of heaven, great suffering in hell- old age,
disease and death
we see what isn't there and burn in hell, burn by our own fault, as reeds are consumed by fire
and experience things at the magic show, go to
a destiny, born in dependence
at the magic show
fools fear the world, a painter paints a demon and screams, a child digs at the mud-hole, falls in
sunk in the mud of imposing upon reality
and can't get out, and see no:thing as real
feel sorrow: false poison tormenting with
the poison of fear
but the buddhas: constant in compassion
seek to help see us as helpless and lead us to
enlightenment
that we may be buddhas-knowledge
attained and freed from the net of things
-friends of the world
they see reality, unborn, unmade, they see
the world, empty, and without beginning,
without middle, without end
they see there is no world (no nirvana)
stainless it is unchanging and radiant in the
beginning and the middle in the end
he who has awakened does not see what he saw in his dream,
he who has awakened from the delusion does not see
the world;
a magician puts on a magic show when he
stops: nothing. The nature of reality
nothing but thought
a magic trick; and then we do good and evil,
and we go to good and evil destinies
we construct a world and we do not occur,
occurance is a construct, and things do not
exist
fools conceive of permanence; and self and happiness
in things essenceless
and are wrapped in darkness, wandering in
the ocean of existence.
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