according to Buddha
Whether you are guided by your emotions or guided by your intellect, it leads to despair because it leads nowhere. But you realize that love is not pleasure, love is not desire. You know what pleasure is? When you look at something or when you have a feeling, to think about that feeling, to dwell…
oh, i forget to mention the bicycle is a good invention…
according to Buddha
The wise ones fashioned speech with their thought, sifting it as grain is sifted through a sieve.
…it is calling
get out of that box…
…finish your freak…
according to Buddha
You, yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.
what’s wrong with that
here i go again….
unloading and reloading the dishwasher
listening to silly little love songs
but i look around me and i see it is so…
it isn’t silly at all…
…load…unload…
…repeat…
and what’s wrong with that….
According to Buddha
Meditate. Live purely. Be quiet. Do your work with mastery. Like the moon, come out from behind the clouds! Shine.
on the other side
somewhere, behind the green door
i hear a whispering turn of words
‘the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence’
…imagine always…always…always greener…
i wonder how green the green grass is on the other side of the green door…
According to Buddha
All wrong-doing arises because of mind. If mind is transformed can wrong-doing remain?
i was drifting through my photographs from Amsterdam
reflecting on a week of worldviews
which left me wondering…
again,
an eye for an eye justice
is blind
and
is still wrong…
…now twice as wrong?
according to Buddha
In this world
Hate never yet dispelled hate.
Only love dispels hate.
This is the law,
Ancient and inexhaustible.
Senseless Violence or Zinloos Geweld
seems all violence is senseless…
probably, rarely meaningless…
when i took this photograph at the B.E.P cafe in Den Haag, Netherlands
i didn’t know of Jantje Hertogs or of his senseless murder
but i know senseless violence…
seeing his image…reading internet stories about his murder…
made me think about how our community acknowledges senseless violence...
…as Edmonton’s homicide rate has the distinction of being the nation’s worst
i can read…sad eerie cyber bits…that linger leaving haunting fragments
about Edmonton murder victims…
telling snippets of missing pieces…these senselessness deaths,
make me so sad,
but in the end there is only love…
sending love and peace to…
1: Mohamud Mohamed Jama,
2: Niko Arlia,
3: Daniel Nickel,
4: Christopher Allan Pirie,
5: Cyrus Green,
6: Colby Baker,
7: Jeanette Marie Cardinal,
8: Jaswinder Takhar,
9: Marietta Eschavez,
10: unknown 7-year-old disabled boy,
11: Stacey Steinhauer,
12: Gyozo Victor Barasso,
13: Gerry Oar,
14: Bullen Ambassa,
15: Kinling Robin Fire,
16: Michael Roach,
17: John Stanley Kwiatkowski,
18: Kerry Takkiruq,
19: Perry Kit Wong,
20: Eloise Fendelet,
21: Jane Doe,
22: Barry Raymond Stewart,
23: Ronald George Primeau,
24: John Gavin Lindsay,
25: Yusuf Abdirahim,
26: Bob Anderson,
27: Abdi Ali Mohamud,
28: Bruce Lee Dumais,
29: William Reid Arthur Hill,
30: Cindy Gladue,
31: Ahmed Ismail-Sheikh,
32: Michael Wayne Tunnicliffe,
33: Kyle Gayda,
34: Eric Larry Cardinal,
35: Eric Janvier,
36: Anna Fedorio,
37: Mason Tex Montgrand,
38: Mohan Heer,
39: Kyle Joy-Trussert,
40: Chrysostom Caragay Marquez,
41: Daniel Charles Hamer,
42: Jason Trundle,
43: Trevor Greenway,
44: unknown 22 year old male….
as of 11.10.15
according to Buddha
The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart.
thank you disillusionment
thank you frailty
thank you consequence
thank you thank you silence
Alanis Morissette - Thank You
photographs from outside of Nieuwolda, The Netherlands ~ October 2011
according to Buddha
When you realize how perfect everything is you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky
“The Prelude” – Tomas Tranströmer
Waking up is a jump, a skydive from the dream.
Free of the smothering whirl the traveler
sinks toward morning’s green zone.
Things start to flare. He perceives–in the trembling lark’s
position–the mighty tree-root systems’
underground swinging lamps. But standing
above–in tropical profusion–is verdure, with
upraised arms, listening
to the rhythm of an invisible pumping station.
And he sinks toward summer, is lowered
into its blinding crater, down
through shafts of ages green with damp
quaking under the turbine of the sun.
So ceases this vertical flight through the moment, and the wings spread out
into the osprey’s repose over streaming water.
The Bronze Age trumpet’s
tone of exile
hovers over bottomlessness.
In the first hours of day consciousness can embrace the world
just as the hand grasps a sun-warm stone.
The traveler stands under the tree.
After the plunge through death’s whirling vortex, will
a great light unfurl over his head?
(Translation of “Preludium.” First published in 17 Dikter (Stockholm, 1954). By arrangement with the author. Translation copyright 2007 by Rika Lesser. All rights reserved.)
photo from Openbare Bibliotheek Amsterdam
appreciating and congratulating Tomas Tranströmer
according to Buddha
Now may every living thing, young or old,
weak or strong, living near or far, known or
unknown, living or departed or yet unborn,
may every living thing be full of bliss.
bliss out; blissed
supreme happiness; blissness
utter joy; blissy
contentment; blissment
roads to eternal bliss….blissful…
