One Emotion

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January 10, 2010

Emotions

It will all boil down to this: emotions. What do you feel?

The keyword is “feel”. Emotions respected are your truest force. What do you feel? Just knowing that answer can sometimes be a task by itself.
It is hard to accept what we keep hiding. It is hard to accept what we keep not feeling.

The keyword is “hard”. Dealing with emotions - yours and those of others - is not easy. Denying your emotions hardens you. Hardness brings rigidness. In the face of change, rigidness will make you suffer. Emotions only ask to be noticed.

The keyword is “notice”. Notice what you feel: good or bad. Notice what you feel you are: good or bad.
Refute or fight and you will keep holding. Notice and accept and you will let go, you will be free . Your internal fights are your prison.

The keyword is “prison”. You are what your emotions dictate. You are confined to what you feel.

“Because feeling is like the sky. Seen, nothing in it to see.”(Fernando Pessoa)
Freedom lies in nothingness…

January 23, 2009




Peace. I can't get any Peace.

Retrospect

No matter how far ahead you go, you've got to keep looking back.

Pain as a radio

“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”


Jim Morisson

August 09, 2008

A new vision

The decision becomes reality, a new vision asks for its share of reality.

July 11, 2008

Life

Before all, Life is a relationship with yourself...

May 15, 2008

Choices

Plentiful are the choices for the desires are unbound.
Every choice has a price.
When the price is accepted
Then the choice will be a decision,
Then the decision will inspire action.
Regretting the lost choices will be of no issue,
for the action is ongoing,
and A Dream is coming closer,
A Dream is coming closer...

March 21, 2008

March 18, 2008

How warm

March 07, 2008

03:35

free music

March 03, 2008

Forget the keyword?

The purpose of a fish trap is to catch fish, and when the fish are caught, the trap is forgotten. The purpose of a rabbit snare is to catch rabbits. When the rabbits are caught, the snare is forgotten. The purpose of words is to convey ideas. When the ideas are grasped, the words are forgotten. Where can I find a man who has forgotten words? He is the one I would like to talk to.

~Chuang Tzu

December 02, 2007

fading city, fading lights...
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December 01, 2007

November 11, 2007

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November 02, 2007

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?

November 01, 2007

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.

October 29, 2007

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”.

October 26, 2007

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.

October 25, 2007

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.



October 19, 2007

“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? ...