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Saturday, October 31, 2009

Halloween

7 comments:

sukipoet said...: looks very Wuthering Heights like; October 31, 2009 8:19 AM
Ange said...: I was going to say 'haunting' myself but Sukipoet has inspired my imagination and yes...I can see Heathcliff arriving...; October 31, 2009 10:48 AM
Kelly Jeanette said...: I'll just say "haunting" as I have never read Wuthering Heights. I love graveyards. I can spend hours visiting interesting ones. Especially really old ones.

Have a Happy Halloween!; October 31, 2009 11:56 AM
Lynn said...: terrific photograph...amazing perspective.; October 31, 2009 12:10 PM
lakeviewer said...: Yes, Wuthering Heights, or Rebecca. Haunting is not a good feeling.; October 31, 2009 3:56 PM
JC said...: Perfect Halloween shot. I'm always fascinated by huge old trees like this one!; November 1, 2009 11:54 PM
Leslie said...: Wonderful photo! Neat old cemetery.; November 2, 2009 7:07 PM

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

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Halloween

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