According to Buddha
If you’re so empty now, then why don’t you start doing fun things? Fill yourself up with that? ‘Cause the thing is, you ain’t all alone, are you?
come l’aria che respiro
sarai sempre stato lì
le ali di cui ho bisogno
quando voglio volare
***
inside a tulip ~ Etown AB ~ May 2019
According to Buddha
The love one receives is as great as the love that one gives.
come, come, my baby come
i will show you the world
come, come, my baby come
i will cover your nightmares
come, come, my baby come
i will love you forever
come, come, my baby come
i will not let you go
***
Buena Vista Dog Park _ Edmonton, Alberta ~ January 2019
According to Buddha
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.
don’t know much about geography,
don’t know much trigonometry
don’t know much about algebra,
don’t know what a slide rule is for
but i do know that one and one is two,
and if this one could be with you,
what a wonderful world this would be
***
just after the dark ~ Terwillegar Park Footbridge, Edmonton, AB ~ July 2018
According to Buddha
Death is not as terrible as you think. It comes to you as a healer. Sleep is nothing but a counterfeit death. What happens in death we can picture in sleep. All our sufferings vanish in sleep. When death comes, all our mortal tortures cease; they cannot go beyond the portals of death.
i am my father’s daughter
i have his eyes
i am the product of his sacrifice
i am the accumulation of the dreams of generations
and their stories live in me like holy water
i am my father’s daughter
***
high tide at Felgueiras Lighthouse in Porto Portugal ~ April 2018
in memory of my dear father Anton Albertus Fynebuik
Date of Birth : 1931-11-10
Date Deceased : 2017-04-18
According to Buddha
When you run after your thoughts, you are like a dog chasing a stick: every time a stick is thrown, you run after it. Instead, be like a lion who, rather than chasing after the stick, turns to face the thrower. One only throws a stick at a lion once.
what’s chasing you? ooh-ooh-ooh oooh
what’s chasing you? ooh-ooh-ooh oooh
i don’t understand a single word that you say
baby are you talking to me?
words that twist around a wire again make
you send through all your secrets to your heart (this line i’m not sure)
what’s chasing you? ooh-ooh-ooh oooh
what’s chasing you? ooh-ooh-ooh oooh
***
mutt running ~ Edmonton, Alberta ~ February ~ 2018
According to Buddha
Abstaining from lying, from tale-bearing, from harsh language, and from vain talk; this is called the Mundane Right Speech which yields worldly fruits and brings good results.
your life is now your life is now your life is now
in this undiscovered moment
lift your head up above the crowd
we could shake this world
if you would only show us how
your life is now
***
White Butte Recreation, Regina, Saskatchewan ~ September 2017
According to Buddha
The world as a whole has forgotten the real meaning of the word love. Love has been so abused and crucified by man that very few people know what true love is. Just as oil is present in every part of the olive, so love permeates every part of creation. But to define love is very difficult, for the same reason that words cannot fully describe the flavor of an orange. You have to taste the fruit to know its flavor. So with love.
she stepped off the boat to see flowers in his hands
the man she would marry was as hard as the mountains
she had his children in a log cabin
soon i’d be another star in this family’s constellation
in the land of the midnight sun
searching for gold
i am my father’s daughter
he has his mother’s eyes
i am the product of her sacrifice
i am the accumulation of the dreams of generations
and their stories live in me like holy water
i am my father’s daughter
***
random streets in Toronto ~ June 2017
According to Buddha
The treasure of friendship is your richest possession, because it goes with you beyond this life. All the true friends you have made you will meet again…for real love is never lost.
i can not remember when
the last time i saw my home and all my friends
but they tell me my life
has never been better
and so i try to make believe
that all the time i spend away is endlessly
making everything so much better
***
Sylvan Lake, Central Alberta ~ May 2017
According to Buddha
True friendship consists in being mutually useful in offering one’s friend good cheer in distress, sympathy in sorrow, advice in trouble, and material help in times of real need. Friendship consists in rejoicing in the good fortune of one’s friends and in sympathizing with them in adversity. One who has given his friendship to another gladly foregoes selfish pleasures or self-interest for the sake of his friend’s happiness, without consciousness of loss or sacrifice, and without counting the cost.
muskrat susie, muskrat sam
do the jitterbug out in muskrat land
and they shimmy
and sammy’s so skinny
and they whirled and they twirled and they tangoed
singin’ and jingin’ the jango
floatin’ like the heavens above
it looks like muskrat love
***
muskrats in Last Mountain Lake, Town of Regina Beach, Southern Saskatchewan ~ November 2016
According to Buddha
Water condensed becomes ice, and so invisible Spirit can be frozen into form by my devotion’s frost. If only you could see the beautiful eyes of the Mother that I beheld last night. My heart is filled with joy eternal. The little cup of my heart cannot hold the joy and the love that I beheld in those eyes — looking at me, sometimes smiling.
ramblin’ rose, ramblin’ rose
why you ramble, no one knows
wild and wind-blown, that’s how you’ve grown
who can cling to a ramblin’ rose?
***
Alberta Roses ~ June 2016
