The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.
Read a little. Meditate more. Think of Spirit all the time.
paperback writer, paperback writer.
dear sir or madam, will you read my book?
it took me years to write, will you take a look?
it’s based on a novel by a man named lear,
and i need a job,
so i want to be a paperback writer,
paperback writer.
We say “inner world” or “outer world,” but actually there is just one whole world. In this limitless world, our throat is like a swinging door. The air comes in and goes out like someone passing through a swinging door…When your mind is pure and calm enough to follow this movement, there is nothing: no “I,” no world, no mind nor body; just a swinging door.
so you see it’s all up to you
you can be better than you are
you could be swingin’ on a star
Breath is the bridge which connects life to consciousness, which unites your body to your thoughts.
and every one of us has to face that day
do you cross the bridge or do you fade away
and every one of us that ever came to play
has to cross the bridge or fade away
A family is a place where minds come in contact with one another. If these minds love one another the home will be as beautiful as a flower garden. But if these minds get out of harmony with one another it is like a storm that plays havoc with the garden.
…there were four kinds of horses. The first, upon seeing the shadow of the riding crop, is startled and forthwith follows the wish of its rider. The second, startled when the crop touches its hair, forthwith follows the wish of its rider. The third is startled after the crop touches its flesh. The fourth is awakened only after the touch of the riding crop is felt in its bones.
The first horse is like the person who hears about the death of someone in a distant monastic community and forthwith feels aversion for things of the world. The next horse is like the person who hears of the death of someone within their own monastic community and then feels aversion for things of the world.The third horse is like the person who hears of the death of someone near and dear to them and then feels aversion for things of the world. The fourth horse is like the person whose own body experiences sickness and suffering, and only then feels aversion for things of the world.
she’s a good girl, crazy ’bout Elvis loves horses and her boyfriend too
sloppybuddhist 
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