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Friday, July 9, 2010

July in the Garden

6 comments:

Suz said...: Good input for my dreams tonight wonderful beautiful flowers in your garden
don't you just love gardens?; July 9, 2010 10:45 PM
Valerianna said...: mmmm, I'm jealous, I didn't plant sweet pea this year...
are those perennial sweet pea, or sweet peas at all?
I do hope we get the rain predicted, my garden has never been drier, and I've never watered as much. Though, if I had to choose, I'd choose dry over last year's monsoons for sure.
happy gardening!; July 9, 2010 11:04 PM
m. heart said...: Perennial sweet pea, Valerianna. Somewhat badly behaved in that they wrap around everything but their support, but still so pretty...; July 9, 2010 11:05 PM
m. heart said...: The rain will be good I wish it weren't happening on the weekend!; July 9, 2010 11:06 PM
m. heart said...: Btw, I finally tore myself away and got the oil changed today, lol.; July 9, 2010 11:06 PM
Liza said...: Lovely garden...hope it's getting water in this dry spell.; July 10, 2010 8:12 AM

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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

Friday, July 9, 2010

July in the Garden

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