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Saturday, April 30, 2011

causality? best of :))


A wise man sought to find the true nature of reality. He meditated daily in front of the fence surrounding his humble dwelling. He would look out at the world through a missing slat in the fence. Beyond his yard was a green pasture with a small herd of cattle. Every morning the cows would walk past the fence in single file on their way to graze. Every evening they would return, again in single file. As each beast passed by the wise man, he would first glimpse the snout through the missing slat, followed by the head, body and finally the tail.
One morning after the herd had passed him, the wise man sat in deep contemplation. Suddenly, as he was struck by total infinite understanding - he arose and proclaimed, "The nose causes the tail!".



[the image in your head is the best picture]



Saturday, April 23, 2011

haikus

after the flowers
all there is left for my haiku
wisteria beans



[matsuo basho]


Live in simple faith...
Just as this simple cherry,
Flower, fades and falls.



[issa]





Friday, April 15, 2011

should i 2 [To die, to sleep - To sleep – perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub]

To be, or not to be – that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep -
No more – and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to.
‘Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep -
To sleep – perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub
,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th’ oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th’ unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.

should i?

sa mor?
sa dorm?
sau poate sa visez?
aici-e aici


Tuesday, April 12, 2011

i'm going

harry nilsson


I'm going where the sun keeps shining
Thru' the pouring rain,
Going where the weather suits my clothes,
Backing off of the North East wind,
Sailing on summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2AzEY6ZqkuE
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Everybody's talking at me.
I don't hear a word they're saying,
Only the echoes of my mind.
People stopping staring,
I can't see their faces,
Only the shadows of their eyes.

I'm going where the sun keeps shining
Thru' the pouring rain,
Going where the weather suits my clothes,
Backing off of the North East wind,
Sailing on summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone.

I'm going where the sun keeps shining
Thru' the pouring rain,
Going where the weather suits my clothes,
Backing off of the North East wind,
Sailing on summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone 




and those who were seen dancing

"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music."


TO Nietzsche? or NOT TO Nietzsche?


sounds colorful, anyway
don't ya think?


synesthesic? 




Friday, April 8, 2011

happy Buddha day ! :)

The Turtle in the Garden
A monk saw a turtle in the garden of Daizui's monastery and asked the teacher, "All beings cover their bones with flesh and skin. Why does this being cover its flesh and skin with bones?" Master Daizui took off one of his sandals and covered the turtle with it.



Sunday, April 3, 2011

quid pro quo joshu's MU

extract
yourself
from
your life's
equation.
without saying
 a word
 and without
not saying a word
answer
the question:
"what's left?"


Joshu (A.D. 778-897) was a famous Chinese Zen Master who lived in Joshu, the province from which he took his name. One day a troubled monk approached him, intending to ask the Master for guidance. A dog walked by. The monk asked Joshu, "Has that dog a Buddha-nature or not?" The monk had barely completed his question when Joshu shouted: "MU!"


Perfekter Weg weiß jede Schwierigkeit
Außer es lehnt sie sich in jeder Vorliebe ab.
Es wird (freigelassen) erst einmal von der Ablehnung (Löschung) und dem Wunsch befreit
Dass sie sich in ihr ganzes Licht zeigt...
. "








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