“When you come to me, unbidden,
Beckoning me
To long-ago rooms,
Where memories lie.
Offering me, as to a child, an attic,
Gatherings of days too few.
Baubles of stolen kisses.
Trinkets of borrowed loves.
Trunks of secret words,
I CRY.”
When you come by,Maya Angelou
Archive for November, 2008
Stuff
Posted in Musings, Time Table on November 28, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Ikkyu
Posted in Aha This! on November 22, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Under the trees, among the rocks, a thatched hut:
Verses and sacred commentaries live there together.
I’ll burn the books I carry in my bag,
But how can I forget the verses written in my gut?
Morning
Posted in Life's Like That on November 20, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
“Naked, you are as simple as one of your hands,
smooth, earthen, minimal, round, transparent,
you have moon lines, apple paths,
naked, you are slender as naked wheat.
Naked you are blue as the night in Cuba,
you have vines and stars in your hair,
naked you are as enormous and yellow
as summer in a church of gold.
Naked you are as [...]
Shih Wu
Posted in Aha This!, tagged Add new tag on November 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Becoming a buddha is easy,
but ending illusions is hard;
so many frosted moonlit nights
I’ve sat and felt the cold before dawn.
Gido
Posted in Aha This! on November 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
In the ocean of the holy dharma
There is neither movement nor stillness.
The essence of the wave is like a mirror;
When something comes, the reflection appears.
When there is nothing in the mind,
Wind and waves are both forgotten.
Exhale
Posted in Life's Like That on November 11, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Silence,
Exhaling
Are at times
Too loud.
I sit
Cornered
In noise,
In voices.
Will I
Ever
Completely
Exhale?
Hongzhi Zhengjue
Posted in Aha This! on November 11, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Withdraw now from
the invisible pounding and weaving
of your ingrained ideas.
If you want to be rid of this
invisible turmoil, you must just sit
through it and let go of everything.
Attain fulfillment and illuminate thoroughly.
Light and shadow altogether forgotten.
Drop off your own skin,
and the sense-dusts will be fully purified.
The eye then readily discerns the brightness.
I Don’t Love You as if You Were a Rose
Posted in Our lives as we live on November 8, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
” I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propogate fire;
I love you as one loves certain obsecure things,
Secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesnt bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love [...]
Osho
Posted in Breathing Osho on November 8, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
“ I am not teaching you the positive was of living, I am not teaching you the negative way of living: I am teaching you the way of transcendenc. All dualities have to be dropped. All dualities have to be dropped:the dualiy of mind and heat, the duality of motion , the duality of the positive [...]
I Like it When You are Quiet
Posted in Life's Like That on November 8, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
” I like it when you’re quiet. It’s as if you weren’t here now,
And you heard me from a distance, and my voice couldnt reach you.
It’s as if your eyes had flown away from you, and as if
Your mouth were closed becasue I leaned to kiss you.
Just as all living things are filled with my [...]