A portl mg fejleszts alatt ll!
Hozzszlsod, vlemnyed, kedvenc idzeted berhatod a Vendgknyvbe!
Harcmvszetekrl rhatsz s krdezhetsz a Frumban! (regisztrci utn)
A legfrissebb hreket olvashatod a Hrek kztt!
"Into a soul absolutely free
From thoughts and emotion,
Even the tiger finds no room
To insert its fierce claws.
One and the same breeze passes
Over the pines on the mountain
And the oak trees in the valley;
And why do they give different notes?
No thinking, no reflecting,
Perfect emptiness;
Yet therein something moves,
Following its own course.
The eye sees it,
But no hands can take hold of it -
The moon in the stream.
Clouds and mists,
They are midair transformations;
Above them eternally shine the sun and the moon.
Victory is for the one,
Even before the combat,
Who has no thought of himself,
Abiding in the no-mind-ness of Great Origin."
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AJÁNLOM AZ OLDALT
