Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place
Those who make good use of time will be able to steer themselves in the direction they should go
steer your way through the ruins of the altar and the mall steer your way through the fables of creation and the fall steer your way past the palaces that rise above the rot year by year month by month day by day thought by thought
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Amsterdam, The Netherlands ~ one night in September 2018
Your search among books, word upon word, may lead you to the depths of knowledge, but it is not the way to receive the reflection of your true self. When you have thrown off your ideas as to mind and body, the original truth will fully appear.
another beautiful bike lane
another beautiful bike lane
i am water reflecting what is real, what is true and i feel there is space deep inside of me i am free, i am free
i recall my father
the one who i came after
now home again my friend again
remembering your inner king
the king we have within again
oh this is how it is
and this is how it’s always been now
whether we forget
or whether we keep remembering
remembering remembering
As a water bead on a lotus leaf, as water on a red lily, does not adhere, so the sage does not adhere to the seen, the heard, or the sensed.
baby blue, oh, baby blue
come here, i’m gonna smear another color over you
get out of bed, you little sleepy head
your black and white needs a little bit of red
If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading in
my mind is full bursting overwith all these things i can’t rememberflowers melting up into the sky…hear my heart where our love collides…we hear the songs we found in the times we lost our way…
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…
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