We have to live through the results of every experience we put others through.
lisboa, lisboa
the sorrow of your days gone by
now the hinterland of lovers should lay
beneath all your vacant skies
lisboa, lisboa
from alama’s arms to lisbendade
paper lanterns, falling embers
quiet cantors sing of sandade
the ever twilight amber of your alleyways
paint the air of evening oh so well
and strolls about the river bank suggests there’s history left to tell
aye lisboa
a paradise beside the sea
***
walking random streets in Castelo, Lisbon ~ April 2016.
Do not confuse understanding with a larger vocabulary. Sacred writings are beneficial in stimulating desire for inward realisation, if one stanza at a time is slowly assimilated. Otherwise, continual intellectual study may result in vanity, false satisfaction, and undigested knowledge.
deixei de mim as frases que trocámos
os beijos e o tédio de os não ter
sem querer nós nos cegámos
sem querermos ver
ss roupas e os livros não os trouxe
que se envelheçam cobertos de pó
por querermos que assim fosse deixo-te só
it’s a lonely station i’m waiting at
my tickets bought, my bags are packed
my shoes are lead, my feet are claw
i can’t stand alone, i can’t run away i wonder where i’m going to be
But remember, as it is natural for the bird to fly up into the sky, so is it natural for the soul to soar in omnipresence.
take me away from home
show me all the places i’ve never known
and we’ll chase the night
race all of these broken dreams in flight
up here we’re free
bound only by frozen memories
lost in time
racing all these broken dreams tonight
and we’ll fly
and we’ll fly away away away
yeah we’ll fly
Change your thoughts if you would change your circumstances. Since you alone are responsible for what goes on in your mind, only you can change your thoughts.
oh, and i don’t want to change you
i don’t want to change you,
i don’t want to change your mind
i just came across a manger
out among the danger
somewhere in a stranger’s eye
The heart-quieted yogi in superconsciousness becomes able to see visions and great lights; to hear astral sounds; and to become identified with a vast dimly lighted space—alive with glimpses of beauties hitherto unknown.
beneath this snowy mantle cold and clean
the unborn grass lies waiting
for its coat to turn to green the snowbird sings the song he always sings
and speaks to me of flowers
that will bloom again in spring
Buddha-nature can also be understood as the primordial reality from which phenomenal reality springs or the changeless reality empty of only that which is other than itself.
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