fading city, fading lights...

~

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Confidence

Sometimes I'm sure about things,
Sometimes I'm unsure about things.

Am I sure I'm sometimes unsure?
or,
Am I not sure about being sure?

Which is the surer best?

And just as men depend upon A boat for traversing the sea, So does the mental body need The matter-body for occurrence. And as the boat depends upon The men for traversing the sea, So does the matter-body need The mental body for occurrence. Depending each upon the other The boat and men go on the sea. And so do mind and matter both Depend the one upon the other.

'Visuddhimagga' (XVIII, 36),
("The path to purity") is a Theravada Buddhist commentary written by Buddhaghosa approximately in 430 CE in Sri Lanka. It is considered the most important Theravada text outside of the Tipitaka canon of scriptures.The Visuddhimagga's structure is based on the Ratha-vinita Sutta ("Relay Chariots Discourse," MN 24), which describes the progression from the purity of discipline to the nibbana, considering seven steps.

inside/outside heaven

It is amazing/interesting how we believe in heaven: any place of complete bliss and delight and peace. Whatever your image of it is, it is mostly some vague idea inside your head. Inside your head. Inside your head.
What is your heaven outside your head? Your heaven in “the real world”? Is it the same as the one inside your head? Which one is true or truer?

Now, which heaven is more important for you? Would you be willing to risk your outside heaven for your inside heaven? or the other way around?

Here’s something more interesting, providing the heaven inside your head is rather different from any outside heaven you might experience (which usually is the case, or you are a very happy person now):
Where does your idea of heaven - your inside heaven - come from, if you never really truly experienced it nor seen it in the real world?

My best answer is that it’s something that you constructed inside your head from multiple happy events, happy situations and happy ideas in your life.

It’s just an idea.

It’s just not real.

It’s an illusion.

Want something more interesting? Re-read the post replacing “heaven” with “hell”, “happy” with “sad”.

I Know, I Alone

I know, I alone
How much it hurts, this heart
With no faith nor law
Nor melody nor thought.

Only I, only I
And none of this can I say
Because feeling is like the sky -
Seen, nothing in it to see.


(10.08.1932)
~Fernando Pessoa
'Selected Poems' translated by J.Griffin.

Life

Life is nothing but a dream, I will dream my own Life.

A dream is nothing but a life, I will Live my own dream.

“Even though flowers fall, don't regret it.
Even though weeds grow, don't hate them.
Don't arouse the passions of attraction and repulsion, hating and loving.
If only we don't arouse the passions, the falling of flowers and the growing of weeds as they are is manifest absolute reality.”

~ Hakuun Yasutani

But,
what are we without our passions? ...

Only the curious will learn,
only the resolute overcome the obstacles to learning.
The Quest quotient has always excited me more than the intelligence quotient.

~ Eugene S. Wilson

Just a castaway...

Just a castaway, an island lost at sea.
Another lonely day, with no one here but me,
More loneliness than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair.


Three years has passed since I wrote my note
But I should have known this right from the start
Only hope can keep me together
Love can mend your life but
Love can break your heart



adapted from: Message in a bottle - Sting / The Police.

emtpy it and refill

Letting go is freedom,
no-self is transcendance,
its nothingness is sweet and light.
who is it that lets go in the first place?
to become who afterall?
let go? for what? why?

Empty the cup and it is still a cup,
Empty the cup and it loses its utility, not its function,
Emtpy the cup to fill it up again,
A cup it is.

"let go", I hear them say.
forgetting (and neglecting) is what I see them do:
Like a cup forgetting is it a cup,
a cup forgetting to be filled !?!
How can it be?
for it is a cup,
How can you be?
For you are what you were,
emtpy it and refill;
For you are what you might be, what you will be,
just emtpy it and refill.
You are a cup.

The ego is nothing other than the focus of conscious attention.
~ Alan Watts
was a philosopher, writer, speaker, and expert in comparative religion.
He was best known as an interpreter and popularizer
of Asian philosophies for a Western audience.






Cogito, ergo sum
(Latin: "I think, therefore I am")
~ René Descartes.
is a translation of Descartes' original French statement:"Je pense, donc je suis",
which occurs in his Discourse on Method (1637) and which became a
foundational element of Western philosophy.






I think Descartes thought too much.
I think I think too much.

It is only with total humility, and in absolute stillness of mind that we can know
what indeed we are.

~ "The Tenth Man"
by Wei Wu Wei

Everything you do,
Everything you feel,
Everything you think

... is a choice.

"I worked for a menial's hire,

Only to learn, dismayed,

That any wage I had asked of Life,

Life would have willingly paid."

~ Anonymous poet,

quoted by Napoleon Hill

Some people would rather be loud than right.

Sculptor

"todo hombre puede ser, si se lo propone, escultor de su propio cerebro".

Which means:

"Every man can, if he so desires, become the sculptor of his own brain".

Santiago Ramon y Cajal (1852-1934), spanish histologist, physician, and Nobel laureate. He is considered to be one of the founders of modern neuroscience.

Simple

Simple thoughts are the closest to the truth.
Simple words are the clearest to express.
Simple feelings are the best to understand.
Simple actions are the most crucial...
...just a simple observation.

Your present

Surrender
to the weight of your present,
Sink
deep into the grounds of this moment,
Sway
to the waves of your future,
Listen
to the sole voice you are.

Dreams heatedly revisited

She smiles at my dreams, but I dream about her smile.

Dreams

Rêver, c'est refuser de choisir entre ce qui est et ce qui n'est pas.

Jean Ethier-Blais
Extrait de Le manteau de Rubén Dario

Potential

Its not what you are that holds you back, its what you think you are not.

Unknown

Most suitable words for current times

F*ck off

We do not rest satisfied with the present

We do not rest satisfied with the present. We anticipate the future as too slow in coming, as if in order to hasten its course; or we recall the past, to stop its too rapid flight. So imprudent are we that we wander in the times which are not ours, and do not think of the only one which belongs to us; and so idle are we that we dream of those times which are no more, and thoughtlessly overlook that which alone exists. For the present is generally painful to us. We conceal it from our sight, because it troubles us; and if it be delightful to us, we regret to see it pass away. We try to sustain it by the future, and think of arranging matters which are not in our power, for a time which we have no certainty of reaching.

Let each one examine his thoughts, and he will find them all occupied with the past and the future. We scarcely ever think of the present; and if we think of it, it is only to take light from it to arrange the future. The present is never our end. The past and the present are our means; the future alone is our end.[1]  So we never live, but we hope to live; and, as we are always preparing to be happy, it is inevitable we should never be so.

-- Blaise Pascal's Pensees (1665)

[1] P. 50, l. 5. The future alone is our end.—Montaigne, Essais, i, 3.

Not sure

I am not sure what to say
I am not sure what to do
I am not sure what to tell
I am not sure how it all fell
It just wasn’t all here one day :
The boring sky changed from the color blue.
I am not sure about our tomorrow
But I am sure about my today
It feels different, it feels new, it feels fresh… anyway,
We will be what we want, we must,
There are no reasons to distrust,
Except for the incertitude,
Of any eternal plenitude,
Except for my uncertainty
To express a certain future,
Where we both and all can mature,
And lie peacefully warming under a sun ray,
Rain clouds passing us by, white or black,
For starting today,
A choice was still made, no turning back.

When the mind is at peace

When the mind is at peace,
the world too is at peace.
Nothing real, nothing absent.
Not holding on to reality,
not getting stuck in the void,
you are neither holy nor wise, just
an ordinary fellow who has completed his work.

--P'ang Yün (740? - 808)
A famous lay practitioner of Ch'an during the T'ang dynasty (618-907), also known as ‘Layman P'ang’. He studied with many of the eminent Ch'an masters of his day and attained several profound enlightenment experiences (satori). He is known as the source of the saying, ‘My supernatural powers? I carry water and chop firewood’.

Confusion diffusion

The point is to make the things clear.

The thing is, there are so many points:
related, linked, supposed, speculated, presumed, unknown.
Be watchful of fear.

So many ways to join the points into lines:
long, hard, easy, wise, quick, progressive, risky, regressive, unknown.
Pay attention to the road signs.

So many ways to follow the lines to form a course:
Far, new, familiar, traditional, arduous, even more unknown.
Expect remorse.

It is the unknown in the way that you can’t know,
That you can’t understand, can’t see, can’t fathom and can’t imagine.
It is also the unknown you can’t disown:
Dreams, possibilities, potential, opportunities, desires.
Where to point these burning fires?

You can also even call it luck, if you see fit.
For the nature is of never ending change,
Know to be moved by what you want from it,
Know to accept what you fear of it and rearrange,
Your mind to fit the points into lines into courses into ways of life: close and far, fast and slow, easy and hard.

Avoid the illusion,
Consider it like a test.
For the nature of the unknown is confusion,
And confusion reigns when you rest.

How near, how far

How near
How far

How near, how near, how near, how near
How far, how far, how far, how far
How near, how near, how near, how near
How far, how far, how far, how far

How far
And how far
Tell me how far


Title: Familiar Ground
Artist: Cinematic Orchestra
Album: Ma Fleur

Hide away ...

... for now.

(I think I'm in love)

Reflection

I have come curiously close to the end, though
Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole,
Defeated
I concede and
Move closer
(Let me / I may) find comfort here
(Let me / I may) find peace within the emptiness
How Pitiful

It's calling me...

And in my darkest moment, feeble and weeping
The moon tells me a secret, a confidant
As full and bright as I am
This light is not my own and
A million light reflections pass over me
Its source is bright and endless
She resuscitates the hopeless
Without her, we are lifeless satellites drifting

And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt
You wanna peer down here survey my narcissism
I must crucify the ego before it's far too late
I pray the light lifts me out
Before I pine away.

So crucify the ego, before it's far too late
And leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical
And you will come to find that we are all one mind
Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable
So let the light touch you so that the words spill through
And let the past break through bringing out our hope and reason
Before we hide away.

Title: Reflection
Album: Lateralus
Artist: Tool
Authors: Carey/C/J/K
Duration: 11:07

Attendre

Attendre c'est déjà vivre une rupture... 

Fernand Ouellette
Lucie ou un midi en novembre

The erotica or the pornography view?

*click for large version


... had to post it, either way.

Let's

Let's cuddle, nuzzle and snuggle as we draw closer. I'll tickle you here, titillate you there and vellicate you somewhere as you shiver here, quiver there, tremble everywhere; tingling waves exalt every shaking hair on your skin, deep, deep down on a seabed of thrilling warmth.

Dream of it (Featured Post)

dream of it
with eyes wide open
dream and imagine
it's real
until your mind
reaches its epic
and your eyes tire
you fall asleep
with the foam
beneath your
body

-- By a talented anonymous visitor of this blog.


What could "it" possibly be?

Surrender

Surrender,
Like a child with grown up dreams,
Surrender,
to the limitless within.

Distant

Far from home,
Far from family,
Far from friendships,
Far from love,
Far from real contact,
Far, distant and detached,
But not alone.
Only one step afar,
from me and myself,
Only one distance, I have to cross;
Crisscross, I, me and myself.
Only one step, I have to take;
that between I, me and myself.

Insomia...

... please release me, and let me dream about making mad love on the heath.

Alan Watts about Life and Music

“In music, one doesn’t make the end of the composition the point of the composition.”

Believe?

Believe nothing, no matter where you read it or who has said it, not even if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense
- Buddha

Lie

Lie to me,
Lie to yourself,
Lie to us,
what we were.
Lie about us,
what we are.
Lie for us,
what we might be.
Lie to keep the illusion
of holding on.
Lie for something found,
and lost across the seas.
Lie, lie, and i'll just do the same.
Until,
the sea and the waves slowly wash all love and pain away,
Until,
the sand in our hearts rests.

Lebanon cannot stand on his own feet...

... and we have a freaking cedar in our flag. (?)

This is your life: your emotions

Tell me, what do you feel? Tell me, is it real? Does it hurt that bad? Are you happy or sad? How does he make you feel? What does she feel when you tell her what you feel? Do you feel they feel your pain, your joy, your suffering, your delight? Do they feel for you? Do they care? Do you feel for them? Do you care? Tell me, what do you care about? Who do you care about? Why do you even care to care? Tell me, what do you feel? Do you feel it’s real?
The keyword is “feel”: Did you ever wake up feeling low with the world on your shoulders? Did you ever wake up feeling like the world is yours? Your feelings follow you all day, even in your dreams at night. Your feelings follow your every move, your every look, your every observation, your every decision, every word you speak. Some know their feelings at all times while others rarely heed attention to them. Some feel they know the feelings of others while others feel it’s pointless. Sometimes your feelings drive to your highest mountain where the sun is shining and the clouds are gone. Sometimes your feelings sink you to the deepest loneliest cave where a mere shimmering of light seems like a fading long lost childhood dream. Sometimes you feel pretty much nothing as there’s not much to feel about. Sometimes, perhaps for a just a few moments, you feel completely free, free from all, and perhaps free from all feelings. Most of the times, you feel the same, same as yesterday, same as you ever did, same as you should be.
The keyword is “free”: When you feel what you feel, did you ever wonder? : Do you want to feel that way? Do you feel that you’d like to feel that way? When you feel, do you really feel it? Do you really know what you feel? Do you know where it’s coming from? Do you know what’s causing it? Do you feel the world commands your feelings? Or are you commanding the world what you feel? Does your life and what happens to you control your feelings? Or do you have controls over your feelings? Do you go with the flow of feelings and see where they lead? Or do you ride the flow of feelings and lead it to where you want to go? Do you feel free? Have you ever felt free?
The keyword is “lead”: we are emotional creatures. Our life is made with decisions. Our decisions are shaped by our emotions. Our emotions come and leave, change and return, hide and appear, with each breath. Our bodies breathe with each our emotions. Our bodies are overturned with each of our emotions: anger as the head heats, fear as the stomach freezes, rage as the nose burns, love as the heart warms, shock and surprise as the nerves jolt, lust as the groins tremble, fright as the eyes halt…
Do you know what you feel? Do you really know how you feel it?
We are emotional creatures, not knowing how our feelings arise, not knowing what will become of our feelings. We are emotional creatures, feelings and thoughts running rampant inside. We are emotional creatures having seldom realized that our feelings are free; free to go, to come, to change. Our emotions and feelings are followed by our emotions and feelings. And as one is followed by the other, one is lead by the other. Our emotions and feelings are lead by our emotions and feelings. If you are leading without choosing then try choosing when to lead. If what you feel is not what you want, can’t you feel what you want? If what you don’t feel is what you want, can’t you feel what you want? If what you want and what you feel both feel the same, can’t you just want what you feel? Since if what you want is what you feel, then you are free, because, if you feel free, then you are free to want all you feel and perhaps, feel all you want.

Visit

Visit the forest,
Where the air is pure,
Visit the fountain,
Where the water is ever flowing,
Visit the beach,
Where the sun is ever lasting,
Visit the mountain,
Where the cool heights stand tall,
Visit the room,
Where the warmth is engulfing.
Visit the sky,
Where the clouds shape dreams,
Visit your source,
Where everything is endless,
See that this end is not everything.

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