Ego is the problem. Sometimes ego is very spoiled, like a child who is constantly throwing tantrums. Sometimes ego doesn’t accept where we are. Sometimes ego doesn’t accept who we are. Sometimes ego doesn’t accept the way things are without any real complaint. So what do we do? There is nothing that we can do. Sometimes ego doesn’t accept the fact that the sky is blue but there is nothing that we can do. You see. Sometimes ego doesn’t accept that we are living on a planet that is permeated with natural disasters, earthquakes, floods, and other catastrophes. All we can do is accept that and learn how to surrender to the flow of all events.
The spirit is so near that you can’t see it. But reach for it…don’t be a jar, full of water, whose rim is always dry. Don’t be the rider who gallops all night and never sees the horse that is beneath him/her/them.
Love with expectation would never last. Last love must be intangible, pure and unconditional.
that night in toronto
with its checkerboard floors riding on horseback
and keeping order restored
’til the men they couldn’t hang
stepped to the mic and sang
and their voices rang with that aryan twang
Deep down, fundamentally, we are the ‘unborn’. We never came into being and we never go out of being. All of these coming and goings are just pulses in the pattern.
margery’s dreaming of the middle of the day
tiyuri to win
perfect dozen to place
money is the matter that’s been on her mind time ticks by her one race at a time
she’s tryin’ to be a good girl
and give ’em what they want
but margery’s dreaming of horses
You have your own self-created destiny with its lessons to be learned, and you must play well that part for which you were sent here. If everybody on the stage wants to be a king or queen, there will be no play. An actor with even a minor part can ruin the entire production by a poor performance. Every role is important; everyone should interact harmoniously for the success of the play.
my babe, true little baby, my babe
my babe, i know she love me, my babe
oh yeah, i know she love me my babe
oh yeah, i know she love me
she don’t do nothin’ but kiss and hug me my babe, true little baby, my babe
Love gives without expecting anything in return. I never think of anyone in terms of what he can do for me. And I never profess love to someone because he has done something for me. If I didn’t actually feel love, I wouldn’t pretend to give it; and since I feel it, I give it. Love cannot be had for the asking; it comes only as a gift from the heart of another. Be certain of your feeling before you say to anyone, ‘I love you’. Once you give your love, it must be forever. Not because you want to be near that person, but because you want perfection for that soul. To wish for perfection for the loved one, and to feel pure joy in thinking of that soul, is divine love; and that is the love of true friendship.
but i’ve got a horse out in the country
i get to see him every second sunday
he comes when i call him,
yeah, he knows his name
one day i’ll saddle up
and the two of us will ride away
In the mountain hermitage which is my body, In temple of my breast At the summit of the triangle of my heart, The horse which is my mind flies like the wind He gallops on the plains of great bliss.
he’s a Spanish fly who bucks like a stallion,
in the suits that you got him, he looks more Italian.
when you worry about your tan, when the weathers getting clammy.
summer in the city, and winters in Miami.
and you get so high on the high-life pills. cruising and boozin’ and rockin’ on the horse-sized pills.
“There are four horses.The excellent horse moves before the whip touches its back.The good horse runs at the lightest touch.The poor horse doesn’t move till it feels pain.And then there is the very bad horse. It stays still until the whip penetrates its marrow.”
you see i’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name
it felt good to be out of the rain
in the desert you can remember your name
’cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain.
…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
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