Frederick Franck Quotes
Art is neither a profession nor a hobby. Art is a Way of being.
If you still have to talk about Ultimate Reality See how it manifests itself nakedly in Every thing!
Enlightenment is simply sanity~ the sanity in which I see my real situation in the living fabric of all that exists.
the distance between this pigeon's brain and mine is minute compared to that between mine and Bodhi 's Wisdom Compassion
You are not copying nature, but responding to nature in full awareness, to the way nature expresses itself in that object.
This apple tree is not the first one I draw, but perhaps the thousandth. I feel the sap rise to its spreading branches. I feel in my toes how its roots grip the earth.
It is not that things are delusory but their separateness in the fabric of the Whole that is illusory.
We do a lot of looking: we look through lenses, telescopes, television tubes... Our looking is perfected every day, but we see less and less.
While drawing grasses I learn nothing 'about' grass, but wake up to the wonder that there is grass at all.
What is spiritual experience? A snowflake melting, a bee sucking honey, a fat man at a traffic light. Trivia.
The cross of the Cruxifixion without the cross of the Resurrection is the symbol of a mutilated Christianity.
The Void is a living void ... pulsating in endless rhythms of creation and destruction. The great Void does not exist as Void, it embraces all Being/non-Being
When a monk complained about the world's evil, the Buddha stretched his hand toward the Earth: "on this Earth I attained Liberation".
The sinner's ego is crude that of the saint refined, distilled. Careful! It may be more poisonous!
all at once I saw that the sun was round! Since then I have been the happiest man on Earth!
For you can look at things while talking or with a radio going full blast, but you can see only when the chatter stops.
When the Christ says I: it is the I of all the Masters: the Way, the Truth, the Life
Innumerable Buddhas Enlightened... innumerable Christs crucified... always the same Christ, the same Buddha!
Nothing burns in hell but ego" says Tauler. Does anything live but Buddha Nature, Christ Spirit?
The local painters were my idols...These artists, too, were grown-ups, but they were grown-ups who could still see! Their eye was still in love! Like mine!
On the exoteric level the traditions are irreconcilable. On the esoteric, experiential level of the heart reigns an eloquent, reverential silence.
