Samstag, 20. November 2010

Freitag, 19. November 2010

Rain

Once a friend said rain is love.

TYL

Wholeheartedly

May I accept other points of view wholeheartedly.

DI

This bird

“Nothing really dies,” I told him. “It just turns into something else. Everything is always changing form. Do you remember the pumpkin that rotted into the earth in your garden? Tomatoes sprouted where it used to be. This bird will go back to the earth and turn into lavendar flowers and butterflies,”

Anne Cushman

Feelings

"Feelings, whether of compassion or irritation, should be welcomed, recognized, and treated on an absolutely equal basis; because both are ourselves. The tangerine I am eating is me. The mustard greens I am planting are me. I plant with all my heart and mind. I clean this teapot with the kind of attention I would have were I giving the baby Buddha or Jesus a bath. Nothing should be treated more carefully than anything else. In mindfulness, compassion, irritation, mustard green plant, and teapot are all sacred."

Thich Nhat Hanh

Just not the question

To agree or to disagree: that is just not the question.

DI

Sonntag, 7. November 2010

Amazing senses

Amazing animal senses
http://faculty.washington.edu/chudler/amaze.html

The third ear

"Seeing involves keeping at a distance."

Joachim-Ernst Berendt,
The Third Ear: On Listening to the World

http://www.new-universe.com/pythagoras/third-ear.html

Back to our senses

Coming back to my senses, discovering the capability to develop all my senses, I find that is not only a necessity for my health and the health of the planet, but also a great present and adventure.

TYL, Doris InOma (Oma means Grandma in my language)

Into the deep

Seeing is overvalued. Listening brings me into the deep, back to myself.

Samstag, 6. November 2010

Freitag, 5. November 2010

Approaching the secret of true beauty

"But we all know death is inevitable, don't we?"

"Knowing the truth and accepting it are very different things. A classic example is the story of Kisa Gotami, who could not accept that her young son had died. Clutching his lifeless body, she went from neighbor to neighbor, begging for medicine to cure him. One man took pity on her and said, 'I don't have the medicine you need, but I know someone who does.' When she came to me demanding the remedy, I sent her off to collect a mustard seed from every house in which no one had died. Empty-handed after a long search, she realized that death is universal, and was finally able to accept her loss. At the same time, she learned that there's a path to the deathless — to nirvana — for those who let go of their attachment to life."

An Excerpt from Coffee with the Buddha by Joan Duncan Oliver

from: http://bit.ly/dfakOI