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Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Earth

7 comments:

:: elk :: said...: stunning in natural color~; October 27, 2009 7:16 AM
Leau said...: ooooh, aaaaah, so lovely! I love the spray can that has become a natural element. I love what you share! smooches; October 27, 2009 8:09 AM
sukipoet said...: totally gorgeous. soothing colors. your sharp eye sends pleasure our way.; October 27, 2009 8:40 AM
Isabel said...: The color, the foliage, those mushrooms, even the rust on that can...it all belongs! Lovely :); October 27, 2009 9:14 AM
Leslie Avon Miller said...: I absolutely swoon for these images - the art of Nature captured by your camera and vision.; October 27, 2009 12:00 PM
lakeviewer said...: I don't miss museum visits any more when I can stop here and swoon over these pictures. Stunning.; October 27, 2009 6:45 PM
JC said...: Great theme with these images. The earthy brown.; October 28, 2009 10:31 PM

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Meditation on Affliction

Assailed by afflictions, we discover dharma and find the way to liberation. Thank you, evil forces!

When sorrows invade the mind, we discover dharma and find lasting happiness. Thank you, sorrows!

Through harm caused by spirits we discover dharma and find fearlessness. Thank you, ghosts and demons!

Through people's hate we discover dharma and find benefits and happiness. Thank you, those who hate us!

Through cruel adversity, we discover dharma and find the unchanging way. Thank you, adversity!

Through being impelled to by others, we discover dharma and find the essential meaning. Thank you, all who drive us on!

We dedicate our merit to you all, to repay your kindness.

— Gyalwa Longchenpa

Who Says Words With My Mouth?

All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

This poetry, I never know what I'm going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I'm outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

— Rumi

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Earth

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