Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Happy to be Found
...
You know they can have their universe
We'll be in the dirt designing stars
We'll be in the dirt designing stars
...
I have lost my illusions
I have drowned in your words
I have left my confusion to a cynical world
I am throwing myself at things I don't understand
Discover enlightenment holding your hand
I have drowned in your words
I have left my confusion to a cynical world
I am throwing myself at things I don't understand
Discover enlightenment holding your hand
...
Saturday, October 27, 2012
When you wish upon a star...
Whatever You Have wanted
You Have Been Given.
Now Go And Live In That Kindness.
You Have Been Given.
Now Go And Live In That Kindness.
~Rumi♥
Friday, October 26, 2012
Inspiration
You
will recognize your own path when you come upon it, because you will suddenly
have all the energy and imagination you will ever need.
— Jerry Gillies
— Jerry Gillies
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Leaving no stone unturned!
A wise person, though in decline,
affords pleasure to others through kind speech.
A fool, grown violent,
destroys himself and others through quarreling.
—Sakya Pandita, A Precious Treasury Of Elegant Sayings
It's enjoyable to read these Buddhist teachings, especially experiencing how the meaning pierces through the realms of reality. The satisfaction feels like having read everything there is in the aspect of life being discussed.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Cooking Instructions
1. Place a well-seasoned raw thought in your mind oven
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Understanding
Would You Become A Pilgrim On The Road Of Love ?
The First Condition Is That You make Yourself Humble As Dust And Ashes.
The First Condition Is That You make Yourself Humble As Dust And Ashes.
~Rumi♥
It seems unfathomable as an absolute. Or maybe it's just my limited experience of life speaking.
Friday, October 19, 2012
To those who have passed from this life...
Yes, I feel you'll as angels surrounding us here on this earth. The presence, perhaps, could be in the warmth of a sunny day, or the sudden winter chill that runs down the spine. It's indescribable, you know. Maybe it's to be felt in the sounds of birds chirping, or in the giggles of little boys and girls. It could even be in the peace that enters the heart on reading a letter from a loved one. It's hard to pick one single thing and say, "Oh! here is where or this is how we connect in spirit." It doesn't feel wholesome that way. Guess it's best left as an open mystery, with a request for signs of the presence of those gone before us in the purest of human experiences.
How can you say you're not with me when in truth you're always in my heart?
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Do you see what I see? Do you hear what I hear?
...
Now you cannot imagine what it means to go out to freedom after Auschwitz. How do you go to freedom? How should I enter freedom? I did not even have a dress. I was sent to Sweden and someone invited me to Passover. Someone gave me a blue dress. I went to the door and I could not enter. I walked around in the flowers. Finally I went and opened the door, and it was beautiful halls and beautiful tables and people, you know, and the lady who invited me, she says, there is a little room there, why don't you just go and change? Ha, I didn't have anything to change into! But I went to the little room and saw a calendar and I said to myself, I will learn the days in English, and so I learned all the days until all the guests arrived. Finally everybody sat down, and they started to talk, and guess what they talked about? The price of gold on the international market. And I thought, my god, this is how you celebrate the Passover? You know how many people were put in the crematorium a day? So very quietly I took my coat and walked down into Stockholm until I had no tears. I thought what will I do with my freedom?
...
Source: Excerpt from the article Words Are Not Enough by Alice Lok Cahana who is a Hungarian Holocaust survivor and is well known for her writings and abstract paintings about the Holocaust. The article was featured in the Fall 2012 issue of Mountain Record: The Zen Practitioner's Journal.
Monday, October 15, 2012
Friday, October 12, 2012
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Sing with me
...
And tell him all about the man that I became
And hope that it pleased him
Theres so much I want to say
Theres so much I want you to know
And hope that it pleased him
Theres so much I want to say
Theres so much I want you to know
...
So amazed at what Ive seen
So much more than this old mind can hold
So much more than this old mind can hold
...
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Noah's Arc
Even though you're not equipped,
keep searching:
equipment isn't necessary on the way to the Lord.
keep searching:
equipment isn't necessary on the way to the Lord.
~Rumi
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Monday, October 1, 2012
Say not the Struggle
by Arthur Hugh Clough
Say not the struggle naught availeth,
The labour and the wounds are vain,
The enemy faints not, nor faileth,
And as things have been, things remain.
If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;
It may be, in yon smoke concealed,
Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers,
And, but for you, possess the field.
For while the tired waves, vainly breaking,
Seem here no painful inch to gain,
Far back through creeks and inlets making
Comes silent, flooding in, the main.
And not by eastern windows only,
When daylight comes, comes in the light,
In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly,
But westward, look, the land is bright.
The labour and the wounds are vain,
The enemy faints not, nor faileth,
And as things have been, things remain.
If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;
It may be, in yon smoke concealed,
Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers,
And, but for you, possess the field.
For while the tired waves, vainly breaking,
Seem here no painful inch to gain,
Far back through creeks and inlets making
Comes silent, flooding in, the main.
And not by eastern windows only,
When daylight comes, comes in the light,
In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly,
But westward, look, the land is bright.
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