According to Buddha
use the time of your life.
develop your inner happiness.
recognize the impermanence
of all outer pleasure.
turn the clock back to find
a film that plays
with closed eyes you see it clear as day
climbing trees to unwind
the altitude eased your mind
you’re dreaming of your escape
untie my hand and show me where to go now
***
Évora, Portugal ~ April 2016
According to Buddha
In time you will surely behold the inner light, for it is ever there, shining in your forehead. Just as all human beings have eyes, so does everyone have this spiritual eye within his forehead. It awaits only his discovery in deep concentration within.
without going out of your door,
you can know all things on earth
without looking out of your window,
you can know the ways of heaven.
the farther one travels
the less one knows
the less one really knows.
***
Chiado district ~ Lisbon, Portugal ~ April 2016
According to Buddha
You must not let your life run in the ordinary way; do something that nobody else has done, something that will dazzle the world.
looking for someone, i guess i’m doing that,
trying to find a mem’ry in a dark room.
dirty man, you’re looking like a buddha,
i know you well – yeah.
random streets ~ Lisbon Portugal ~ 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
***
random streets in Lisbon, Portugal ~ April 2016.
According to Buddha
Most people live on the surface of life. But it is by deep-sea diving in the ocean of thought that you receive the pearls of knowledge.
se eu dançar no meu barco
eu não estou indo para o mar cruel
e não lhe dizer onde eu estava cantando
sorrindo, dança, vida, sonhando com você
***
Cascais, Portugal ~ April 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
***
Lisbon, Portugal ~ April 2016.
According to Buddha
However deep your
Knowledge of the scriptures,
It is no more than a strand of hair
In the vastness of space;
However important appears
Your worldly experience,
It is but a drop of water in a deep ravine.
all i can say is that my life is pretty plain
i like watchin’ the puddles gather rain
and all i can do is just pour some tea for two
and speak my point of view but it’s not sane, it’s not sane
***
random streets in Lisbon, Portugal ~ April 2016.
According to Buddha
Forget the past, for it is gone from your domain. Forget the future, for it is beyond your reach. Control the present. Live supremely well now. This is the way of the wise…
i don’t know why i just can’t let it go
i don’t know why i just can’t let it go
memory’s old but i just can’t let it go
the idea’s gone but i just can’t let it go
***
random streets in Lisbon, Portugal ~ April 2016.
According to Buddha
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
***
random streets in Lisbon, Portugal ~ April 2016.
According to Buddha
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.
