God Beauty Perfection Love :: Synonyms
To a practitioner of Tendai (Buddhism), everything is wonderful. ~ Saiko
On the TV series, Elementary, Sherlock Holmes explains to Agatha why he cannot donate his sperm so she can have a baby with his DNA and, hopefully, his gifts. Sherlock: You’re right. I am… remarkable. That’s precisely why I can’t help you. Agatha: What does being amazing have to do… […]
Even if you are A minority of one, The truth Is the truth. Still, you cannot create a world In which others will not impose Their truth Upon your truth While imposing yours Upon theirs One truth there may be But many ways to speak it truly The master seeks […]
If you’re not nice to me I’ll try to be nice to you anyway. Why should I let your actions dictate What kind of person I am? The burden of unkindness Is too heavy for me.
People have only as much liberty as they have the intelligence to want and the courage to take. ~ Emma Goldman Mmmmm… perhaps, but I think not. People have only so much liberty as their mastery of themselves. No matter the strictures of state, or community, or friends or family […]
Sometimes we must be hurt in order to grow. Sometimes we must fail in order to know. Sometimes we must lose in order to gain. Because some lessons in life are best learned through pain. A wise friend on a spirit quest of her own posted this meme on her […]
Accept what is Let go of what was And have faith in what will be. So true, and so easy to say. I’m guessing, because I’m unenlightened, but those actions may finally become easy once I have achieved enlightenment. From all I’ve read, they are integral practices for achieving it. […]
I remind myself Every discussion is worth entering Every argument is worth leaving One is a journey of discovery One is a defense of ego
If I can make the time for it Give it my full attention Allow the experience To permeate my being There is no future reward No past achievement More meaningful More fulfilling More exquisite Than the experience Of this very moment Now There are but two secrets To living fully, […]
The Fever One day there was an anonymous present sitting on my doorstep — Volume One of Capital by Karl Marx, in a brown paper bag. A joke? Serious? And who had sent it? I never found out. Late that night, naked in bed, I leafed through it. The beginning […]
Alive in the World I want to live in the world, not inside my head I want to live in the world, I want to stand and be counted With the hopeful and the willing With the open and the strong With the voices in the darkness Fashioning daylight out […]