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It is for you that paradise is opened, the tree of life is
planted, the age to come is read more
It is for you that paradise is opened, the tree of life is
planted, the age to come is prepared, plenty is provided, a city
is built, rest is appointed, goodness is established and wisdom
perfected beforehand.
If one cannot catch the bird of paradise, better take a wet hen.
If one cannot catch the bird of paradise, better take a wet hen.
A book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, A Loaf of Bread, and Thou
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A book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, A Loaf of Bread, and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness--
On, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.
I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.
Someone who has set out in the vehicle of a Bodhisattva should decide that `I must lead all the beings read more
Someone who has set out in the vehicle of a Bodhisattva should decide that `I must lead all the beings to nirvana, into that realm of nirvana which leaves nothing behind'. What is this realm of nirvana which leaves nothing behind ?
The meanest floweret of the vale,
The simplest note that swells the gale,
The common sun, the read more
The meanest floweret of the vale,
The simplest note that swells the gale,
The common sun, the air, the skies,
To him are open paradise.
So on he fares, and to the border comes,
Of Eden, where delicious Paradise,
Now nearer, crowns read more
So on he fares, and to the border comes,
Of Eden, where delicious Paradise,
Now nearer, crowns with her enclosure green,
As with a rural mound, the champain head
Of a steep wilderness.
Paradise is our native country, and we in this world be as exiles and strangers
Paradise is our native country, and we in this world be as exiles and strangers
There is no expeditious road
To pack and label men for God,
And save them by the read more
There is no expeditious road
To pack and label men for God,
And save them by the barrel-load.
Some may perchance, with strange surprise,
Have blundered into Paradise.