In the dry woods a dragon is singing. I do not know what kind of composition the dragon’s song is, but all those who hear it lose themselves. —Hsiang-yen
Material, physical, celestial realms
Of the supreme being; the source to be worshipped.
May we deeply meditate on the sacred truth of Divine light.
May our intellect be infused with that light.
—Mantra of Enlightenment
Confess your hidden faults.
Approach what you find repulsive.
Help those you think you cannot help.
Anything you are attached to, let it go.
Go to the places that scare you.