Tuesday, 30 June 2015

Don’t you know that the things of this life are beguiling?
Don’t you know that enjoyments are magical displays?
Don’t you know that samsara is in fact nirvana?
Don’t you know that pleasures are just a dream?
Don’t you know that praise and blame are just echoes?
Don’t you know that perceptions are just your mind?
Don’t you know that your mind is the buddha?
Don’t you know that the buddha is dharmakaya ?
Don’t you know that dharmakaya is your innate nature?


Friday, 26 June 2015

I’ve had the highest mountains
I’ve had the deepest rivers
You can have it all but life keeps moving

Tuesday, 9 June 2015

Live one day at a time.
Keep your attention in present time. 
Have no expectations. 
Make no judgements.
And give up the need to know 
why things happen as they do. 
Give it up!

Caroline Myss

The solution is not to suppress our thoughts and desires, for this would be impossible, it would be like trying to keep a pot of water from boiling by pressing down tightly on the lid. The only sensible approach is to train ourselves to observe our thoughts without following them. This deprives them of their compulsive energy and is therefore like removing the pot of boiling water from the fire.

Lama Thubten Yeshe

Sunday, 7 June 2015

Many people are alive but don’t touch the miracle of being alive. 

Thich Nhat Hanh

Friday, 5 June 2015

Happiness comes from within.
 It is not dependent on external things or on other people. 
You become vulnerable and can be easily hurt when your feelings 
of security and happiness depend on the behavior and actions of other people.
 Never give your power to anyone else.

Brian L. Weiss

Monday, 1 June 2015

Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or whichIi cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
thoughI I have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously )her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, I and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(I do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

E.E. Cummings

Art credit: Precious Life by Christian Schloe