According to Buddha
Although gold dust is precious, when it gets in your eyes, it obstructs your vision.
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a day or so ago in Bruce ~ Beaver County ~ acknowledging Treaty 6 land, AB~ October 2021
According to Buddha
Fish play in the water. Birds play in the sky. Ordinary beings play on the earth. Sublime beings play in display.
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a week or so ago just off Highway 5 ~ August 2021
According to Buddha
The mind: A beautiful servant, a dangerous master.
the dangerous kitchen
if it ain’t one thing it’s another
in the middle of the night when you get home
the bread things are all dry ‘n’ scratchy
the meat things
where the cats ate through the paper
the can things with the sharp little edges
that can cut your fingers when you’re not looking
the soft little things on the floor that you step on
they can all be dangerous
***
Eating Power: Food, Culture, and Politics ~ etown December 2019
According to Buddha
Life has a bright side and a dark side, for the world of relativity is composed of light and shadows. If you permit your thoughts to dwell on evil, you yourself will become ugly. Look only for the good in everything so you absorb the quality of beauty.
twenty-five years ago they spoke out and they broke out
of recession and oppression and together they toked
and they folked out with guitars around a bonfire
just singin’ and clappin’ man what the hell happened
then some were spellbound some were hellbound
some they fell down and some got back up and
fought back ‘gainst the melt down
and their kids were hippie chicks all hypocrites
because fashion is smashin’ the true meaning of it
you might as well be walkin’ on the sun
you might as well be walkin’ on the sun
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Cascais, Portugal ~ April 2016
According to Buddha
Strive ceaselessly; never be impatient. Once the finality is achieved, incarnation of troubles will be over in a second, just as when light is admitted within a room that has been locked for decades, the darkness vanishes instantly.
i was working up a conversation
but i didn’t know how to start
your heart is a work of art
i wanna be rich in memories not money
our love is our inheritance honey
we’ve come so far
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random streets of Lisbon, Portugal ~ April 2016.
According to Buddha
The relationship that exists between friends is the grandest of human loves. Friendly love is pure, because it is without compulsion. If you once know divine love, you will never part with it, for there is nothing else like it in the whole universe.
i’m out on the street walking home
a small pale blur
leaving trails like a snail
i move so slow
time can bruise
violent indigo
rush home to your arms
you soothe my weary soul
others stray but i won’t
walk away
walk away
***
view from Black Dog Freehouse, Edmonton ~ August 2016
According to Buddha
Am I the ocean? It is too small, A dream dewdrop on the azure blades of space. Am I the sky? It is too small, A lake in the bosom of eternity. Am I eternity? It is too small, Framed in a name. In the vast region of namelessness I love to dwell, Beyond limits of dreams, names, conceptions. I am what I am always — In the ever-present past, In the ever-present future, In the ever-present now.
here’s what we know
we don’t know what we’ve got or if we’ve got it
and what we had, we already forgot it
the race is evidently to the bottom
we don’t, we don’t, we don’t know what to say
don’t know what it was but we want it back
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random streets in Lisbon, Portugal ~ April 2016.
According to Buddha
I enjoy everything, but I have no desire for anything, so there is never any pain or disappointment from unfulfillment. Whatever I do, wherever I go, I enjoy myself.
i been looking at the stars tonight
and i think oh, how i miss that bright sun
i’ll be a dreamer ’til the day i die
but they say oh, how the good die young
but we’re all strange
and maybe we don’t wanna change
and i don’t want a never ending life
i just want to be alive while i’m here
and i don’t want to see another night
lost inside a lonely life while i’m here
i got guns in my head and they won’t go
spirits in my head and they won’t go
but the gun still rattles
the gun still rattles, oh
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near Rossio Square in Lisbon, Portugal ~ April 2016.
According to Buddha
Stillness is the altar of Spirit. There is no limit of the deepening of stillness.
we are not alone
and we are more alone
so hurry up and lose me
hurry up and find me
again
so i’ll pass
the lumber mills
i’ll pass the coal mines
and the parks
and the dried up oil fields
i’ll pass a thousand lonely pines
that bend their backs against the sun
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Saskatchewan Highway 16, 7 km off the highway ~ May 2016.
According to Buddha
If you don’t know where you are going, you’ll end up some place else.
once i was seven years old, my mama told me,
“go make yourself some friends or you’ll be lonely.”
once i was seven years old
it was a big big world, but we thought we were bigger
pushing each other to the limits, we were learning quicker
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Lisbon, Portugal ~ April 2016.
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