By grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God, not of works, that no one would boast.
You see then that by works, a man is justified, and not only by faith.
"For I, the LORD, don't change."
So the LORD turned away from the evil which he said he would do to his people.
"You cannot see My face, for no man can see Me and live!"
He said, "I have seen God face to face."
"Don't think that I came to send peace on the earth. I didn't come to send peace, but a sword."
I have told you these things, that in me you may have peace.
Don't rejoice when your enemy falls. Don't let your heart be glad when he is overthrown.
The righteous shall rejoice when he sees the vengeance. He shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked.
But if any harm follows, then you must take life for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth.
But I tell you, don't resist him who is evil; but whoever strikes you on your right cheek, turn to him the other also.
It's as if the rest of the Bible must also be present.
Sariputra, form does not differ from emptiness.
Emptiness is not different from form.
Form is emptiness.
Emptiness is form.
From circles within circles there will rise
Sumeru till the end of time. Arise!
Arise, and see Sumeru as it dies!
For in Sumeru are a million lies.
Words mean nothing
when removed from
the context in which they belong.
That it will share and help to set me free.
Above me is the black expanse of boundless, starry space,
To show me that Amida will suffice.
I'd rather live my life without you if I'd ask a stone,
While on the left is nothing but an orange and yellow light
In Hell, the Crimson Lotus Paradise;
And yet I cannot see my karma twice.
Where you and me can travel all through space,
So I will stay and wander through these halls
Can live like this; I'd be remiss, to put off life and die
Unto the right lies endless blue of diamonds shining bright,
One thousand flames that freeze advance at me.
I pray to God that you will not accrue
Now twenty scores again have come and passed.
Behind me lies an ocean not of water but of glass
Although my passions linger and entice
But I'll ask you this question since I cannot stop the clocks.
A labyrinthine pit of empty halls.
The fissures of my flesh put out their plea
And I am on the verge of going down each path apace.
And you can be the men on mountains; I will be the flocks,
For living like the men on mountains-living life alone-
There's five ways down the mountainside and one way up to space
I will move on to live my life and see another day.
Which borders on a deadly wilderness of poison gas.
I pray to God, for you, that Heaven stalls;
In Buddhadharma, Hell is made of ice.
And hope that Hell will not be born in you.
How can I give you lands that are askew?
I stand upon a mountain top with fire at the base.
I must ask you a question, but I wish to stop the clocks.
Like tiles of a Greek mosaic, shattered but concise.
But does it make any sense with the context included?
Confessionalism behind a confessional makes no sense at all.
Neither does confessionalism.
I've been hunting ghosts for 144,000 years.
None have found me.
I don't know if Mount Sumeru ever lied.
Gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha.