Aziza Brahim - Julud

of course, i don't understand one word....

one verse appears to be:

"The richer the soil the more beautiful the tree, With my heart as your soil, You were bound to blossom, We'll grow taller as our branches balanced with time."

WHO IS THE MASTER WHO MAKES THE GRASS GREEN? (ROBERT ANTON WILSON)

'reality is what you can get away with'...., well





stolen..

Solitude - Eleni Karaindrou / Ελένη Καραΐνδρου / Dust of Time / Theo Ang...

climbing..,Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenanance, Robert M.Pirsig

“To the untrained eye ego-climbing and selfless climbing may appear identical. Both kinds of climbers place one foot in front of the other. Both breathe in and out at the same rate. Both stop when tired. Both go forward when rested. But what a difference! The ego-climber is like an instrument that’s out of adjustment. He puts his foot down an instant too soon or too late. He’s likely to miss a beautiful passage of sunlight through the trees. He goes on when the sloppiness of his step shows he’s tired. He rests at odd times. He looks up the trail trying to see what’s ahead even when he knows what’s ahead because he just looked a second before. He goes too fast or too slow for the conditions and when he talks his talk is forever about somewhere else, something else. He’s here but he’s not here. He rejects the here, he’s unhappy with it, wants to be farther up the trail but when he gets there will be just as unhappy because then *it* will be “here”. What he’s looking for, what he wants, is all around him, but he doesn’t want that because it *is* all around him. Every step’s an effort, both physically and spiritually, because he imagines his goal to be external and distant.” 

 Robert M.Pirsig

Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenanance, The truth.., Robert M.Pirsig

“The truth knocks on the door and you say, “Go away, I’m looking for the truth,” and so it goes away.” 

...analytic thought, Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenanance,Robert M.Pirsig

“When analytic thought, the knife, is applied to experience, something is always killed in the process.”