Master any day surrounded by his family and old retired priest said
- "Tell us about religion, please Master." And The Master replied:
- "Have I talked today about something else?, Are not religion all actions and all reflection?," Now what not action or reflection, but a wonder and a surprise constantly springing in the soul, even when hands carved stone or tend the loom?, Who can separate his faith from his actions or his creed of their occupations?, who can extend their hours in front of him and say: "For God is and to me this This for my soul and this other for my body?. All your hours are wings that beat an ego to another through space. He who does not use his morality as his best clothes, would better naked. The wind and the sun will not open holes in your skin. And he who defines his conduct by ethics imprisons her in a singing bird cage. The freest of the songs comes through bars and wires. And those for whom religion is a window to open, but also to close, has not yet visited the house of his soul whose windows are open dawn dawn. Your daily life is your temple ... your temple and your religion. Every time you enter you carry with you on all your Being You carry the plow, the forge and the machete and the lute. Objects that have shaped by necessity or for pleasure. Because in your dreams you can not rise above your achievements nor fall lower than your failures. And carry it with you all men. For in adoration you can not fly higher than their hopes nor humble yourself lower than their despair. And if you want to know God, do not be, therefore, puzzle-solvers. Rather look around and see your playing with your children. And scanned the room, you will see him walking in the cloud, extending his arms in the lightning and descending in rain. You will see smiling in flowers, then rising and waving their hands in the trees ... you'll see it everywhere, but where you will find within your heart center. "
of Buddhist philosophy, Anònimo
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