It was a terrible insult if a samurai’s scabbard was touched by anything in passing. So a samurai who was orderly and did not want a fight, kept his scabbard close to his side in the street.
The shadow of the bamboo sweeps the steps,,but the dust does not stir;the moon’s disc bores into the lake, but the water shows no scar.
Every man must be able to go into voluntary mental and nervous relaxation and concentrate his mind on a symbol of God, whether it be a word, a concept or an image.
“He who does works for Me, who holds Me as his supreme, devoted to Me, free from attachment, without hatred, he comes to Me.”
There is a heart but the heart is not visible. We know about the heart from the pulse. And if religion doesn’t have a pulse, doesn’t have a throb, in our lives, the form may be perfect but it will be like a marble statue – without a living heart.
The Buddha faces inward and makes the heart-essence (hon-shin) shine forth. The ordinary man faces outward, and is concerned with the ten thousand things.
In the Lotus Sutra, one of the old ones, there is a sort of Buddhist prodigal son. The king recognises him, when he sees him from the palace, sends out a guard to bring him in, but the beggar, when he sees the guard, runs away.