What is this

Constant buzzing
Like the static of the universe
A tv set in the mind

Changing the channel doesn't help.
Best turn it off.

There's a trick

To overcoming all the delusions of mind--
Envy, self-righteousness, greed, depression, sloth, anger, frustration, etc.

It comes with just a little opening up.
Just a little gap.
A little breath.
A little awareness.

Of the sun perhaps.
An old friend.
A brook babbling beneath a bridge.

Ah yes.
Remember?

Self Control

Who is the "self" that needs control
And what is the "self" that is controling?
How could there be two selves?

I believe psychologists have a word for that (schizophrenia)
But they do not apply it to "self control"
Why not?

Money Art

http://www.smokeinmydreams.com/094.html

oh happy day

http://www.gratefulness.org/brotherdavid/index.htm

Sweetness

m.e. of the day

live your art

An Identity Crisis

is painful
because the brain knows

that the brain has fooled itself
within the illusion
of form.

If you experience a spirituality you cannot express

perhaps that's just as it ought to be


http://www.flickr.com/photos/tetheredto/2040947172/in/set-72157608751221387/

It's not the bubble economy so much we should worry about

It's the bubble selves.

How can we believe

When we do not know?
How can we know
When we cannot fully sense?
This is not a question of Cartesian doubt.
I am therefore I think.
I am that I am.
Belief is not necessary for I am
(it makes me giggle).

Everything about us:
Mind and Body,
Is constituted by limits
Which may be overcome
Only up to a point.
Therefore any belief
Is absurd.
The point
Instead
Is to experience.

Openness
Breath
Smilesfeelingslove
Why would we want to limit this?
With anyone?
Or anything?

beliefs makes me sad.

A failure

is nothing more

than a liberation

from form

Sand Art

http://www.wimp.com/bestart/

MInd

http://www.wimp.com/bigmind/

True Courage

http://www.wimp.com/sobrave/

Mirabeau Bridge

Guillaume Apollinaire
Translated by Richard Wilbur

Under the Mirabeau Bridge there flows the Seine
Must I recall
Our loves recall how then
After each sorrow joy came back again

Let night come on bells end the day
The days go by me still I stay

Hands joined and face to face let's stay just so
While underneath
The bridge of our arms shall go
Weary of endless looks the river's flow

Let night come on bells end the day
The days go by me still I stay

All love goes by as water to the sea
All love goes by
How slow life seems to me
How violent the hope of love can be

Let night come on bells end the day
The days go by me still I stay

The days the weeks pass by beyond our ken
Neither time past
Nor love comes back again
Under the Mirabeau Bridge there flows the Seine

Let night come on bells end the day
The days go by me still I stay

http://media.sas.upenn.edu/pennsound/authors/Apollinaire/Apollinaire-Guillaume_01_Le-Pont-Mirabeau_1913.mp3

"Business"

A Baby Bodhisattva's Buddha Bowl

from the gurino...

and now.. A Baby Bodhisattva's Buddha Bowl of inspiring
NEW YEAR WORDS for You! Feel welcome to send n' share
them with others... even read it aloud to yourself as the words
dance across your mind, penetrate your heart and play
amongst your lips & breath...

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Even after achieving the goal of all spiritual practices,
you cannot be indifferent to 'new beginnings' ~
A beginning is forever full of magic,
enchantment and treasures to be explored.
No matter what the occasion,
a new beginning must be approached
with a mystical awareness of its potential.

~ Chidvalisa Ananda

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You do not have to be a Saint to make the world a better place.
You do not have to give up everything for the good of others.
It does not have to be either complete renunciation
or complete obsession with oneself.
It does not have to be all or nothing.
Perhaps it is just the little things you can do.
After all, small acts of kindness can change your world. (try it.)

~ Anila Choying Drolma

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Do not look back in Anger,
or forward in Fear,
but around in Awareness.

~ James Thurber

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Love is the only freedom from attachment.
When you love everything, you are attached to nothing.

~ The Book of Mirdad by Mikhail Naimy

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If one advances confidently in the direction of their dreams,
and endeavors to actually live the life which they have imagined,
they will meet with a success unexpected in common hours
... so build your castles in the air, that is where they should be !
Now, for God's-sake, go put the foundations under them !

~ Henry David Thoreau

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A 'Second Chance' -
That's a delusion.
There never was to be
but one each time.
We do work in the dark -
We do what we can -
We give what we have -
Our constant inquiry is our passion -
and our Passion is our blessed task.
The rest is the madness of art !!!

~ Henry James, "The Middle Years"

The greatest freedom

is the freedom of imagination
which no one can ever take away
without your consent

The richness of humanity
is that we may travel
and find the fruits of imagination
everywhere.

Taste the fruits
Feel the variation
and move on.

Words rustle

like ripples.

I am eager
to throw mine into the mix
splashing against others',
making waves.

But
with just a moment
of silence
the echoes
gently spread
and diminish
into nothing.

disappointment

is like an incantation
which we may choose to obey
or not.

Forms come and go
Moving like flames in the fire
The way snowflakes
Tumble and roll.

So a disappointment
is nothing more
than an illusion
confronting the real.

What could be more joyous?

Impermanence

Home

Rumi warns us against those leaders who turn humans against humans with appeals to patriotism and love of home. Only a fool will allow this love, which is understandable and natural, to be transformed into hatred of others he does not know. In this way, he becomes the slave of the schemes and machinations of a nature which is clever but also base. Hence the first warning: Do not believe an absurdity, no matter who says it. These absurdities may and often do roll from the lips of persons set in authority above their fellow men. But those who preach hatred, distrust and hostility against other peoples do not merit our trust. They try to ensnare the feeble-minded with their bile.

But what, then is home? First, Rumi condemns as a fool the man who would define his home in terms of a political creation, be it city, state or empire. The true home is a boundless ocean, he writes. Man must think in terms of his species, linked across time and space. Equally he must cherish the planet on which he dwells and must avoid through love for any locality doing harm to the whole. But finally that “home” is something which the wiseman seeks, accepting suffering and loss as he does so. The way home, as Novalis would tell us, is an inward path.

http://harpers.org/archive/2008/12/hbc-90004100
http://www.twoinchesofftheground.com/sufi2.html

The World Peace Dorje

DZAMLING CHI DANG YUL KHAM DI DAG TU

In the world in general and in this nation

NED MUG TSHON SOK DUGNGAL MING MI DRAG

May not even the names disease, famine, war, and suffering be heard.

CHO DAN SONAM PALJOR GONG DU PHEL

May virtuous qualities, merit, and prosperity greatly increase

TAGTU TASHI DE LEG PHUN TSHOG SHOG

And may continuous good fortune and subline well-being perfectly arise.

by Jnana

12 Girls Band--Riverdance

Wes Montgomery and the New Year

A New Year's Poem

The Inner History of a Day

No one knew the name of this day;
Born quietly from deepest night,
It hid its face in light,
Demanded nothing for itself,
Opened out to offer each of us
A field of brightness that traveled ahead,
Providing in time, ground to hold our footsteps
And the light of thought to show the way.

The mind of the day draws no attention;
It dwells within the silence with elegance
To create a space for all our words,
Drawing us to listen inward and outward.

We seldom notice how each day is a holy place
Where the eucharist of the ordinary happens,
Transforming our broken fragments
Into an eternal continuity that keeps us.

Somewhere in us a dignity presides
That is more gracious than the smallness
That fuels us with fear and force,
A dignity that trusts the form a day takes.

So at the end of this day, we give thanks
For being betrothed to the unknown
And for the secret work
Through which the mind of the day
And wisdom of the soul become one.

-- from To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings, by John O'Donohue

from Akasa Levi


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