Friday, July 31, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
A MYRIAD OF BUBBLES WERE FLOATING ON THE SURFACE
of a stream.
"What are you?" I cried to them as they drifted by.
"I am a bubble, of course", a myriad of bubbles
answered, and there was surprise and indignation
in their voices as they passed by.
But here and there, a lonely bubble answered,
"We are this stream", and there was neither surprise
or indignation in their voices, but just a quiet certitude.
Wei Wu Wei/ from " Ask the Awakened".
Rest in peace, Mom. July 18, 2008
Reat in peace, C. July 19, 2008
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Paraphrasing Wei Wu Wei : x LET US LIVE GLADLY. We are free to do it. Maybe it is our only freedom, but it is ours and it is a freedom. Can you do it now? Can you not do it? In fact, it is not a "doing", it is being who we are. All else is bondage; it is living by other's way. x July 4th, 2009