"Time does not free you of karma.
That is a misperception, that if you only spend enough time, eventually you can become free of karma.
Karma renews itself and repeats itself.
The only thing that can free you of karma is the arising of Presence.
At any point in the wheel of karma, Presence can come in.
It can happen to a criminal in prison, condemned to death.
It can happen to somebody who’s never heard of anything spiritual.
It can happen to somebody who’s been meditating for thirty years."
- Eckhart Tolle
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
The Fire and the Rose are ONE
" And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one. "
- T.S. Eliot
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one. "
- T.S. Eliot
Saturday, July 23, 2011
On my way
For many years i had the feeling that "i'm like a bird, i don't know where my home is..." and tried to make the whole earth "my home"
But today i realized that "my home is my heart"
Indeed, i have been living in my mind for so long time...Time to go back home!
But today i realized that "my home is my heart"
Indeed, i have been living in my mind for so long time...Time to go back home!
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Magic
Yesterday, I had the longest ever dream,
That the world was endless with possibilities.
It had me thinking, one should never forget
That there are wonders, we haven’t seen yet.
Seize a chance, follow a dream.
Be yourself, don’t plan and scheme.
For what we do, won’t matter that much.
Puzzles and wonders, mysteries and such.
So calculate and analyze.
My head is spinning from all of those lies.
It had me fooled, a logical mess.
In a time of facts, figures and distress.
Seize a chance, follow a dream.
Be yourself, don’t plan and scheme.
For what we do, won’t matter that much.
Puzzles and wonders, mysteries and such.
W.O.R.L.D. is full of M.A.G.I.C.
That the world was endless with possibilities.
It had me thinking, one should never forget
That there are wonders, we haven’t seen yet.
Seize a chance, follow a dream.
Be yourself, don’t plan and scheme.
For what we do, won’t matter that much.
Puzzles and wonders, mysteries and such.
So calculate and analyze.
My head is spinning from all of those lies.
It had me fooled, a logical mess.
In a time of facts, figures and distress.
Seize a chance, follow a dream.
Be yourself, don’t plan and scheme.
For what we do, won’t matter that much.
Puzzles and wonders, mysteries and such.
W.O.R.L.D. is full of M.A.G.I.C.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Here it is
Here is your crown
And your seal and rings;
And here is your love
For all things.
Here is your cart,
And your cardboard and piss;
And here is your love
For all of this.
May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And my love, Goodbye.
Here is your wine,
And your drunken fall;
And here is your love.
Your love for it all.
Here is your sickness.
Your bed and your pan;
And here is your love
For the woman, the man.
May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And, my love, Goodbye.
And here is the night,
The night has begun;
And here is your death
In the heart of your son.
And here is the dawn,
(Until death do us part);
And here is your death,
In your daughter’s heart.
May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And, my love, Goodbye.
And here you are hurried,
And here you are gone;
And here is the love,
That it’s all built upon.
Here is your cross,
Your nails and your hill;
And here is your love,
That lists where it will
May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And my love, Goodbye.
(Leonard Cohen)
And your seal and rings;
And here is your love
For all things.
Here is your cart,
And your cardboard and piss;
And here is your love
For all of this.
May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And my love, Goodbye.
Here is your wine,
And your drunken fall;
And here is your love.
Your love for it all.
Here is your sickness.
Your bed and your pan;
And here is your love
For the woman, the man.
May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And, my love, Goodbye.
And here is the night,
The night has begun;
And here is your death
In the heart of your son.
And here is the dawn,
(Until death do us part);
And here is your death,
In your daughter’s heart.
May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And, my love, Goodbye.
And here you are hurried,
And here you are gone;
And here is the love,
That it’s all built upon.
Here is your cross,
Your nails and your hill;
And here is your love,
That lists where it will
May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And my love, Goodbye.
(Leonard Cohen)
Don't think of me
so you're with her
not with me
I hope she's sweet
and so pretty
I hear she cooks delightfully
a little angel beside you
so you're with her
not with me
oh how lucky
one man can be
I hear your house is smart and clean
oh how lovely with your homecoming queen
oh how lovely it must be
when you see her sweet smile baby
don't think of me
and when she lays in your warm arms
don't think of me
so you're with her
not with me
I know she spreads sweet honey
in fact your best friend I heard he spent
last night with her
now how do you feel, how do you feel?
when you see her sweet smile baby
don't think of me
and when she lays in your warm arms
don't think of me
and it's too late
and it's too bad
don't think of me
and it's too late
and it's too bad
don't think of me
does it bother you now all the mess I made
does it bother you now, the clothes you told me not to wear
does it bother you now all the angry games we played
does it bother you now when im not the-re
when you see her sweet smile baby
don't think of me
and when she lays in your warm arms
don't think of me
and it's too late
and it's too bad
don't think of me
and it's too late
and it's too bad
don't think of me...
(Dido)
not with me
I hope she's sweet
and so pretty
I hear she cooks delightfully
a little angel beside you
so you're with her
not with me
oh how lucky
one man can be
I hear your house is smart and clean
oh how lovely with your homecoming queen
oh how lovely it must be
when you see her sweet smile baby
don't think of me
and when she lays in your warm arms
don't think of me
so you're with her
not with me
I know she spreads sweet honey
in fact your best friend I heard he spent
last night with her
now how do you feel, how do you feel?
when you see her sweet smile baby
don't think of me
and when she lays in your warm arms
don't think of me
and it's too late
and it's too bad
don't think of me
and it's too late
and it's too bad
don't think of me
does it bother you now all the mess I made
does it bother you now, the clothes you told me not to wear
does it bother you now all the angry games we played
does it bother you now when im not the-re
when you see her sweet smile baby
don't think of me
and when she lays in your warm arms
don't think of me
and it's too late
and it's too bad
don't think of me
and it's too late
and it's too bad
don't think of me...
(Dido)
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