Nothing endures but change

"“The five colours blind the eye. The five tones deafen the ear. The five flavours dull the..."

Sat, 16 Mar 2013 16:01:06 -0400

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“The five colours blind the eye.
The five tones deafen the ear.
The five flavours dull the taste.
Racing and hunting madden the mind.
Precious things lead one astray.

Therefore the sage is guided by what he feels and not by what he sees.
He lets go of that and chooses this.”

Lao Tzu - Father of Taoism

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- Can it be any any less truer.We are often overcome and numbed by the five senses that we forget to listen to what our mind has to say.Choosing to ignore our thoughts.Happiness and peace is within us and we dont need to search for them outside.Essentially this is what Taoism and Buddhism says and so does many other religious.Such a simple message yet we fail to follow it.What a pity. (via tiyyar)

formidablebeardmiguel: “We are the bright new stars born of a...

Sat, 16 Mar 2013 08:01:10 -0400

formidablebeardmiguel:

“We are the bright new stars born of a screaming black hole, the nascent suns burst from the darkness, from the grasping void of space that folds and swallows—a darkness that would devour anyone not as strong as we. We are oddities, sideshows, talk show subjects. We capture everyone’s imagination.”
-Dave Eggers

"Many do not realize that we here must die. For those who realize this, quarrels end."

Fri, 15 Mar 2013 16:01:13 -0400

“Many do not realize that we here must die. For those who realize this, quarrels end.”

- Buddha (via lazyyogi)

The lotus.

Fri, 15 Mar 2013 08:01:07 -0400

kopharas:

The lotus flower represents one symbol of fortune in Buddhism. It grows in muddy water, and it is this environment that gives forth the flower’s first and most literal meaning: rising and blooming above the murk to achieve enlightenment.

The second meaning, which is related to the first is purification. It resembles the purifying of the spirit which is born into murkiness. The third meaning refers to faithfulness. Those who are working to rise above the muddy waters will need to be faithful followers.

The color bears importance in the meaning of the lotus flower in Buddhism. A white lotus flower refers to purity of the mind and the spirit. If a lotus flower is red, it refers to compassion and love. The blue lotus flower refers to the common sense; it uses wisdom and logic to create enlightenment. The pink lotus flower represents the history of Buddha and the historical legends of the Buddha. A purple lotus flower speaks of spirituality and mysticism. Finally, the gold lotus flower represents all achievement of all enlightenment, especially in the Buddha.

The stage of growth the lotus flower is in represents a different stage of enlightenment. A closed lotus flower represents the time before a Buddhist follower found Buddha or enlightenment. A lotus flower fully bloomed and open represents full enlightenment and self-awareness.

The mud represents an importance in the meaning of the lotus flower in Buddhism. All humans are born in a world where there is suffering. This suffering is a vital part of the human experience; it makes us stronger and teaches us to resist the temptation of evil. When we banish evil thoughts from our mind we are able to break free of the muddy water and become one with the Buddha. The mud shows us who we are and teaches us to choose the right path over the easy one.

Finally, the lotus flower represents rebirth, both in a figurative and a literal sense. The rebirth can be a change of ideas, an acceptance of Buddha where there once was none, the dawn after one’s darkest day, a renaissance of beliefs or the ability to see past wrongs. In a literal sense, the meaning of the lotus flower in Buddhism represents rebirth as a reincarnation, such as in the Buddhist religion, when a soul leaves this world in its present form to be reborn in another.

http://buddhists.org/buddhist-symbols/the-meaning-of-the-lotus-flower-in-buddhism/

Late night research/planning into next ink. I’m too excited.

incolorandinrhyme: Seoul, South Korea

Thu, 14 Mar 2013 16:01:23 -0400

incolorandinrhyme:

Seoul, South Korea

Just a Fly In My Tea

Thu, 14 Mar 2013 08:01:12 -0400

thehappyhippielife:

“On this particular afternoon a fly fell into my tea. This was, of course, a minor occurrence. After a year in India I considered myself to be unperturbed by insects — by ants in the sugar bin, spiders in the cupboard, and even scorpions in my shoes in the morning. Still, as I lifted my cup, I must have registered, by my facial expression, or a small grunt, the presence of the fly. Choegyal Rinpoche, the eighteen-year-old tulku leaned forward in sympathy and consternation.

“What is the matter?”

“Oh, nothing,” I said. “It’s nothing — just a fly in my tea.” I laughed lightly to convey my acceptance and composure. I did not want him to suppose that mere insects were a problem for me; after all, I was a seaseoned India-wallah, relatively free of Western phobias and attachments to modern sanitation.

Choegyal crooned softly, in apparent commiseration with my plight, “Oh, oh, a fly in the tea.”

“It’s no problem,” I reiterated, smiling at him reassuringly. But he continued to focus great concern on my cup. Rising from his chair, he leaned over and inserted his finger into my tea. With great care he lifted out the offending fly — and then exited from the room. The conversation at the table resumed. I was eager to secure Khamtul Rinpoche’s agreement on plans to secure the high-altitude wool he desired for the carpet production.

When Choegyal Rinpoche reentered the cottage he was beaming. “He is going to be all right,” he told me quietly. He explained how he had placed the fly on the leaf of a branch of a bush by the door, where his wings could dry. And the fly was still alive, because he began fanning his wings, and we cold confidently expect him to take flight soon…

That is what I remember of that afternoon — not the agreements we reached or plans we devised, but Choegyal’s report that the fly would live. And I recall, too, the laughter in my heart. I could not, truth to tell, share Choegyal’s dimensions of compassion, but the pleasure in his face revealed how much I was missing by not extending my self-concern to all beings, even to flies. Yet the very notion that it was possible gave me boundless delight.”

— Joanna Macy

"As long as our orientation is toward perfection or success, we will never learn about unconditional..."

Wed, 13 Mar 2013 16:01:28 -0400

“As long as our orientation is toward perfection or success, we will never learn about unconditional friendship with ourselves, nor will we find compassion.”

- Pema Chodron (via lazyyogi)

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Tue, 12 Mar 2013 18:08:45 -0400

"And what monks, is Right View? It is, monks, the knowledge of suffering, the knowledge if the origin..."

Tue, 12 Mar 2013 16:01:33 -0400

“And what monks, is Right View? It is, monks, the knowledge of suffering, the knowledge if the origin of suffering, the knowledge of thecessantion of suffering, and the knowledge of the way of practice leading to the cessation of suffering. This is called Right View”

- Digha Nikaya ii 311-312

"When one comes to the Essence of Being The shining Wisdom of Reality Illumines all like the..."

Tue, 12 Mar 2013 13:55:52 -0400

“When one comes to the Essence of Being
The shining Wisdom of Reality
Illumines all like the cloudless sky”

- Hundred Thousand Songs of Milarepa

"It is precisely because our present life is so inseparably linked with desire that we must make use..."

Thu, 14 Feb 2013 14:13:59 -0500

“It is precisely because our present life is so inseparably linked with desire that we must make use of desire’s tremendous energy if we wish to transform our life into something transcendental.”

- Lama Thubten Yeshe

"…Today’s rigid reliance on evidence-based medicine risks having the doctor choose care passively,..."

Tue, 22 Jan 2013 16:59:36 -0500

“…Today’s rigid reliance on evidence-based medicine risks having the doctor choose care passively, solely by the numbers. Statistics cannot substitute for the human being before you.”

- Dr. Jerome Groopman, How Doctors Think.

I need to remember this.
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Sat, 19 Jan 2013 00:01:39 -0500

If you’re having a bad day, just watch this sleeping...

Wed, 16 Jan 2013 21:43:09 -0500

If you’re having a bad day, just watch this sleeping kitten.

Its tiny black nose, its little cushioned black jellybean toes, the halo of silver moonlight hairs on the silky black fur.

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Wed, 16 Jan 2013 19:39:20 -0500

Still I Rise

Tue, 15 Jan 2013 23:33:06 -0500

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Maya Angelou

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Mon, 24 Dec 2012 20:32:23 -0500

"What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and..."

Tue, 11 Dec 2012 15:25:43 -0500

“What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.”

- Sylvia Plath (via ohfairies)

"But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she turned to a pillar..."

Tue, 11 Dec 2012 13:20:41 -0500

“But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she turned to a pillar of salt. So it goes. People aren’t supposed to look back. I’m certainly not going to do it anymore.”

- Slaughterhouse Five, Kurt Vonnegut (via dalmatianparade)