Ego is the problem. Sometimes ego is very spoiled, like a child who is constantly throwing tantrums. Sometimes ego doesn’t accept where we are. Sometimes ego doesn’t accept who we are. Sometimes ego doesn’t accept the way things are without any real complaint. So what do we do? There is nothing that we can do. Sometimes ego doesn’t accept the fact that the sky is blue but there is nothing that we can do. You see. Sometimes ego doesn’t accept that we are living on a planet that is permeated with natural disasters, earthquakes, floods, and other catastrophes. All we can do is accept that and learn how to surrender to the flow of all events.
The fabled musk deer searches the world over for the source of the scent which comes from itself.
feeling my way through the darkness
guided by a beating heart
i can’t tell where the journey will end
but i know where to start
they tell me i’m too young to understand
they say i’m caught up in a dream
well life will pass me by if i don’t open up my eyes
well that’s fine by me
so wake me up when it’s all over
when i’m wiser and i’m older
all this time i was finding myself
and i didn’t know i was lost
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
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
During the effort of being one-pointed, the yogi will be unsuccessful unless he can by concentration withdraw his attention from the activities of the life force in the various senses. Otherwise, he will be constantly distracted by restless thoughts—the mental concepts formed from sensory stimuli by the “fanciful faculty” of feeling.
don’t forget, don’t forget
mmhmm
that i believe in you
should you forget, should you forget
let me remind you
that i am behind you
Realize that you are not really a fleshly being; neither categorize yourself as a Hindu nor as an American, or any other conception you may have of yourself that is limiting and sense-bound. It is wrong to say that we are mortals when we are essentially immortal. It is the truth that we are gods, and it is wrong to call ourselves weaklings.
the heart has a way
of pushing you though the darkest days
we live in our mind
and it makes us all forget sometimes
can make life hard to tell
but if you can take a moment and just listen to your heart
you will find there something to relive the pressure
Thinkers do not accept the inevitable; they turn their efforts toward changing it.
warm as yellow.
and i do not want to be a rose. i do not wish to be pale pink,
but flower scarlet, flower gold.
and have no thorns to distance me,
but be bright,
bright,
bright, bright as yellow,
warm as yellow.
Be honest with yourself. The world is not honest with you. When you are honest with yourself you find the road to inner peace.
well i won’t back down, no i won’t back down
you could stand me up at the gates of hell
but i won’t back down
gonna stand my ground, won’t be turned around
and i’ll keep this world from draggin’ me down gonna stand my ground and i won’t back down
Why be elated by material profit?” Father replied. “The one who pursues a goal of even-mindedness is neither jubilant with gain nor depressed by loss. He knows that man arrives penniless in this world, and departs without a single rupee.
by the sidewalk there with the cracks in it
with the mexican restaurant next to it
with the clothes for the big and the fat in it
and the moth ball smell to the hats in it
is the lonely little thrift store, the hard luck little thrift store where i go
One must never give up hope of becoming better. A person is old only when s/he refuses to make the effort to change. That stagnant state is the only “old age” I recognize.
here today the red sky tells his tale
but the only listening eyes are mine there is peace amongst the hills
and the night will cover all my pride
blessed are they who smile from bodies free
seems to me like any other crowd
who are waiting to be saved
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