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Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Chanting the healing mantra

sometimes i am filled with light but i don't dare to tell

sometimes
my heart is filled with snakes
hissing poison

sometimes
my mind is clouded
with fear

sometimes
my thoughts are running
like horses from the whip

sometimes
even the shadows flee
me

then follow my words
at heel
sticking like glue

but then
now
i open the window

will the sun
shine inside
or leave me

blinded?

sometimes....
sometimes
 i am filled with light
 but i don't dare to tell





Dhafer Youssef * Yabay

peace in flow

ja....

“I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.” 
 Khalil Gibran, The Madman

"Sainkho Namtchylak. You are the shaman of your life"





von M Nilo
Sainkho Namtchylak a Milano, piazza dei Mercanti



"Deep Purple-Child in Time"




von shotguy1
Lyrics:

Sweet child in time, you'll see the line
Line that's drawn between good and bad
See the blind man shooting at the world
Bullets flying, ooh taking toll
If you've been bad - Oh Lord I bet you have
And you've not been hit oh by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes, aahaouho bow your head
Wait for the ricochet

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo..
Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo..
Aaa-aaa-aaa..
Oh, I wanna hear you sing..
Aaa-aaa-aaa..
Oaoh..
AAA-AAA-AAA!!
AAA-AAA-AAA!!


Sweet child in time, you'll see the line
Line that's drawn between good and bad
See the blind man shooting at the world
Bullets flying, mm taking toll
If you've been bad - Lord I bet you have
And you've not been hit oh by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes, aahaao bow your head
Wait for the ricochet

Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo..
Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo..
Aaa-aaa-aaa..
Oh, I gotta hear you sing..
Aaa-aaa-aaa..
Oaoh..
AAA-AAA-AAA!!
Oh..
AAA-AAA-AAA!!

Oh..god oh no..oh god no..oh..ah..no ah..AAh..oh..AAWAAH!!..oh


Dogen Zenji

For buddhism, the duality between life and death is only one instance of a more general problem, dualistic thinking. Why is dualistic thinking a problem? We differentiate between good and evil, success and failure, life and death and so forth because we want to keep the one and reject the other. 

Für meinen Grabstein, den es nicht geben wird

Meine verstorbene Frau meinte, ein passender Spruch auf meinem Grabstein sei:

Hier liegt er nun verstreut,
er hat nichts bereut

danger in the park

trees in the park
the crows had gone to sleep

i wanted to kiss you
and birds flew out of your mouth
no, small planes
with little men on speed

opening the lukes
spreading hatred
and tiny spaceships
dropping spiderwebs

the naked children
running and shouting
playing hide and seek
they were in bed too

it rained
and the park was deserted
not much light around
and it was near autumn

around us stood men
in white coats, maybe doctors
with blood seeping from their gloves
fencing barbed wire all around

the blackness in their eyes
was impenetrable
and we went to sleep
with ghosts under the sheets

it is too dangerous
to kiss you.