To meet someone who really hurts you is to meet a rare and precious treasure. Hold that person in high esteem, and make full use of the opportunity to eradicate your defects and make progress on the path. If you cannot yet feel love and compassion for those who treat you badly, it is a sign that your mind has not been fully transformed and that you need to keep working on it with increased application
*(simile) To sting severely, to cause a sensation of stinging, especially said of cold weather. To my small hands, the bitter wind cuts like a knife, freezing my fingers and numbing my circulation.
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very fresh days at home in the kitchen ~ Etown – Amiskwaciwâskahikan ᐊᒥᐢᑲᐧᒋᐋᐧᐢᑲᐦᐃᑲᐣ ~ January 2022
when i was young i lived in a world of dreams
of moods and myths and illusionary schemes
though now i’m much more grown up
i fear that i must own up
to the fact that i’m in doubt of
what the modern cynics shout of
they say it’s spring
this feeling light as a feather
Wisdom is a chisel, love is the sandpaper. Man needs intellectuality, but intellect must be tempered with love. When you carving a piece of furniture, you have to smooth it with sandpaper or it will remain rough. Love is the sandpaper that takes away the harshness of intelligence, and smooths your intellectuality.
cuz i have been lonely
alone in a box of my own
they claim to love me and be near me
but they are all lying
i have been lonely, alone in a box of my stone
and this is the place i now know i belong It’s my home, home, home, home home home home home
Embrace nothing: If you meet the Buddha, kill the Buddha. If you meet your father, kill your father. Only live your life as it is, Not bound to anything.
walking in the sunshine town feeling very cool
but the butchers and the bakers in the supermarket stores
getting everything she wants from the supermarket stores
apples and oranges apples and oranges
Like a cowherd driving cows off to the fields, so old age and death take away the years from the living.
we skipped the light fandango turned cartwheels ‘cross the floor…and so it was that later
as the miller told his tale
that her face, at first just ghostly, turned a whiter shade of pale
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.
But this is like some sort of sweet fruit: even though the fruit is sweet we must rely on contact with and experience of that fruit before we will know what the taste is like. Now that fruit, even though no-one tastes it, is sweet all the same. But nobody knows of it. The Dhamma of the Buddha is like this. Even though it’s the truth it isn’t true for those who don’t really know it. No matter how excellent or fine it may be it is worthless to them.
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