goats and clouds,
the sky , my destiny...
Saturday, May 9, 2015
Tiger Lillies - Hearts Of Doves (Pride) / THEY SHOOT MUSIC
going out before Tiger Lillies drive me insane...
Alan Watts, quotes (fear, pain, social environment, relationship)
“Your body does not eliminate poisons by knowing their names. To try to control fear or depression or boredom by calling them names is to resort to superstition of trust in curses and invocations. It is so easy to see why this does not work. Obviously, we try to know, name, and define fear in order to make it “objective,” that is, separate from “I.”
“To remain stable is to refrain from trying to separate yourself from a pain because you know that you cannot. Running away from fear is fear, fighting pain is pain, trying to be brave is being scared. If the mind is in pain, the mind is pain. The thinker has no other form than his thought. There is no escape.”
“Other people teach us who we are. Their attitudes to us are the mirror in which we learn to see ourselves, but the mirror is distorted. We are, perhaps, rather dimly aware of the immense power of our social environment.”
“I find that the sensation of myself as an ego inside a bag of skin is really a hallucination.”
“So then, the relationship of self to other is the complete realization that loving yourself is impossible without loving everything defined as other than yourself.”
“To remain stable is to refrain from trying to separate yourself from a pain because you know that you cannot. Running away from fear is fear, fighting pain is pain, trying to be brave is being scared. If the mind is in pain, the mind is pain. The thinker has no other form than his thought. There is no escape.”
“Other people teach us who we are. Their attitudes to us are the mirror in which we learn to see ourselves, but the mirror is distorted. We are, perhaps, rather dimly aware of the immense power of our social environment.”
“I find that the sensation of myself as an ego inside a bag of skin is really a hallucination.”
“So then, the relationship of self to other is the complete realization that loving yourself is impossible without loving everything defined as other than yourself.”
zazen, Alan Watts
on zazen:
“A cat sits until it is tired of sitting, then gets up, stretches, and walks away.”
“A cat sits until it is tired of sitting, then gets up, stretches, and walks away.”
To have faith,Alan Watts
“To have faith is to trust yourself to the water. When you swim you don’t grab hold of the water, because if you do you will sink and drown. Instead you relax, and float.”
sieve haiku in the morning
each day flows, a sieve,
but tulips are tulips now,
wind stirring the leaves
but tulips are tulips now,
wind stirring the leaves
The Tyger, William Blake
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
'Lullaby' ~ Loreena McKennitt
William Blake,
from:Poetical Sketches,"Prologue, intended for a dramatic piece of King Edward the Fourth"
O for a voice like thunder and a tongue
from:Poetical Sketches,"Prologue, intended for a dramatic piece of King Edward the Fourth"
O for a voice like thunder and a tongue
To drown the throat of war! - When the senses
Are shaken, and the soul is driven to madness,
Who can stand! When the souls of the oppressed
Fight in the troubled air that rages, who can stand?...
When sin claps his broad wings over the battle,
And sails rejoicing in the flood of Death;
When souls are torn to ever lasting fire,
And fiends of hell rejoice upon the slain,
O who can stand? O who hath caused this?
O who can answer at the throne of God?
The Kings and Nobles of the Land have done it!
Hear it not, Heaven, thy MInisters have done it!
Rose O' Neill, 'Consciousness' illustration from 'The Master-Mistress' poem collection, c.1922
taken from the facebook page of Abraxas Journal
good night
good night, i am still enjoying a glass of cool white wine from L'Alsace..a Pinot Blanc from Bergheim, ...been starting again to clean out my house and get rid of stuff i don't want, don't need. i want space, i will die naked and i want to prepare myself to leave in a few years, maybe not across what you may call border or gates of death but to another place, warmer, more light...must say it looks like a lot of work and though i am living all alone (+ cat) in a house and near a forest, so much past and rubbish has accumulated here, noboy will need all this...i wonder what has collected somewhere in my brain: i wipe it out near to each evening...i emptied the drawers, then burnt loads of these...but there must quite a bit of mud and stones and gaps in there...and for sure, calcifications, scars, crazy meteorites out of orbit and control, wounded animals and a child hiding in the shadow...i am quite ready to give it away too.., all...well, to nobody in particular, might cause collateral damage..
posted this in facebook, might as well share it here for today
posted this in facebook, might as well share it here for today
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