Showing posts with label morning. Show all posts
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Wednesday, January 26, 2022

T. rex / Dream from 2020 revisited / Teachers of the heart / The door of compassion / Morning







Dream from January 2020:  Compassion for the lizard after being told that the lizard had no choice.

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Pay no attention to the faults of others, things done or left undone.  Consider what by oneself is done or left undone.

-- Buddha

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Please Call Me by My True Names – Thich Nhat Hanh

Don’t say that I will depart tomorrow —
even today I am still arriving.

Look deeply: every second I am arriving
to be a bud on a Spring branch,
to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.

I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,
to fear and to hope.

The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death
of all that is alive.

I am the mayfly metamorphosing
on the surface of the river.
And I am the bird
that swoops down to swallow the mayfly.

I am the frog swimming happily
in the clear water of a pond.
And I am the grass-snake
that silently feeds itself on the frog.

I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks.
And I am the arms merchant,
selling deadly weapons to Uganda.

I am the twelve-year-old girl,
refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean
after being raped by a sea pirate.
And I am the pirate,
my heart not yet capable
of seeing and loving.

I am a member of the politburo,
with plenty of power in my hands.
And I am the man who has to pay
his “debt of blood” to my people
dying slowly in a forced-labor camp.

My joy is like Spring, so warm
it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth.
My pain is like a river of tears,
so vast it fills the four oceans.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can hear all my cries and my laughter at once,
so I can see that my joy and pain are one.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can wake up,
and so the door of my heart
can be left open,
the door of compassion.



Monday, October 12, 2020

We are not alone / Our pain / reborn / reality /The dream is over / "Self-Portrait with Brothers of Mercy and Night Falling from the Sky" (Mourning Meditation) / a new morning in mid-October 2020


 

God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain
I'll say it again
God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain
I don't believe in magic
I don't believe in I-Ching
I don't believe in Bible
I don't believe in tarot
I don't believe in Hitler
I don't believe in Jesus
I don't believe in Kennedy
I don't believe in Buddha
I don't believe in mantra
I don't believe in Gita
I don't believe in yoga
I don't believe in kings
I don't believe in Elvis
I don't believe in Zimmerman
I don't believe in Beatles
I just believe in me
Yoko and me
And that's reality
The dream is over
What can I say?
The dream is over
Yesterday
I was the dream weaver
But now I'm reborn
I was the Walrus
But now I'm John
And so dear friends
You just have to carry on
The dream is over

"... I'd like to live to ripe old age with Yoko only, and I'm not afraid of dying.  I don't know how it feels at the moment, but I'm prepared for death because I don't believe in it.  I believe it's just getting out of one car and getting into another ..." (John Lennon, 1980)

"... if there is a God, we're all it ..." (John Lennon)








"... I'd like to live to ripe old age with Yoko only, and I'm not afraid of dying.  I don't know how it feels at the moment, but I'm prepared for death because I don't believe in it.  I believe it's just getting out of one car and getting into another ..." (John Lennon, 1980)



































































Believe it or not, after I published this post and then turned to the tiny bundle of cards that sits next to my laptop and has quotes from around the world -- quotes that I read on most days -- the card that was uncovered for today had these words from Chief Seattle on the subject of death:

"There is no death, only a change of worlds."

Then I discovered that Chief Seattle also said in the same speech:  

"... Your time of decay may be distant, but it will surely come, for even the White Man whose God walked and talked with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. We will see ..."