gentle, stoic might
choose smiles and rightfully composed melodies,
songs of trepidation serving lightness heavily
choose your friends wisely
choose to know when it feels wrong
of choosing absolute gratitude, a magnitude of your attitude
choose perfectly shared solitude moved through and through
choose loyalty, authenticity, multiplicity
choose time, let it serve you
connection chooses you who choose it back,
choose to be chosen, choose compatibility of words ringing, thoughts though yet unspoken
sweet and pleasant motion
choose radiation of warmth in objective truth, proof
invisible as it will always be when real
choose gift wrapping with ego-less bubbles,
containing the right for others to choose the right choice, the only one offered
choose your dreams, belief, hopes and faith
choose your destiny
choose the only ONE,
choose your heart
from the start
choose to know
your choice chooses you
so it is, when you choose the TRUTH:
LOVE
- HSBC ad in airport.
Airborne, light show
"Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom.
Far from idleness being the root of all evil, it is rather the only true good.
Boredom is the root of all evil - the despairing refusal to be oneself.
Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.
During the first period of a man's life the greatest danger is not to take the risk.
I begin with the principle that all men are bores. Surely no one will prove himself so great a bore as to contradict me in this.
It seems essential, in relationships and all tasks, that we concentrate only on what is most significant and important.
Just as in earthly life lovers long for the moment when they are able to breathe forth their love for each other, to let their souls blend in a soft whisper, so the mystic longs for the moment when in prayer he can, as it were, creep into God.
Not just in commerce but in the world of ideas too our age is putting on a veritable clearance sale. Everything can be had so dirt cheap that one begins to wonder whether in the end anyone will want to make a bid. (19th Century!!!!!)
It belongs to the imperfection of everything human that man can only attain his desire by passing through its opposite.
Most men pursue pleasure with such breathless haste that they hurry past it.
Once you label me you negate me.
People understand me so poorly that they don't even understand my complaint about them not understanding me.
Personality is only ripe when a man has made the truth his own.
The highest and most beautiful things in life are not to be heard about, nor read about, nor seen but, if one will, are to be lived.
The more a man can forget, the greater the number of metamorphoses which his life can undergo; the more he can remember, the more divine his life becomes.
The truth is a snare: you cannot have it, without being caught. You cannot have the truth in such a way that you catch it, but only in such a way that it catches you.
Concepts, like individuals, have their histories and are just as incapable of withstanding the ravages of time as are individuals. But in and through all this they retain a kind of homesickness for the scenes of their childhood.
People demand freedom of speech as a compensation for the freedom of thought which they seldom use."
I find this way TOO COOL, what a G that Søren...
"Half of Kierkegaard's authorship was written behind the mask of several pseudonymous characters he created to represent different ways of thinking. This was part of Kierkegaard's indirect communication. According to several passages in his works and journals, such as The Point of View of My Work as an Author, Kierkegaard wrote this way in order to prevent his works from being treated as a philosophical system with a systematic structure. In the Point of View, Kierkegaard wrote: "In the pseudonymous works, there is not a single word which is mine. I have no opinion about these works except as a third person, no knowledge of their meaning, except as a reader, not the remotest private relation to them." Kierkegaard used indirect communication to make it difficult to ascertain whether he actually held any of the views presented in his works. He hoped readers would simply read the work at face value without attributing it to some aspect of his life. Kierkegaard also did not want his readers to treat his work as an authoritative system, but rather look to themselves for interpretation."
He would be a 5.
Don't know what's in store for me but I'm very much excited to see what lies in those pages.
Much-too-much in this me to let pour out right now.
.....j'arrive
P.S., proof: only a dorkus maximus would involuntarily scream out of pure, unadulterated excitement upon hearing the words "precious commodity" at a rock concert.
::blushing..pushes (non-existant) spectacles up bridge of nose..
I accepted with zero hesitation, broke a date with myself and a yoga mat without a second thought. I don't mind it and therefore, my body doesn't either. It was a no-brainer.
How many times have words, symbols, intentions and their artistic syntheses been misconstrued and misinterpreted? How slightly frustrating it must be when there are specific meanings to be taken to heart and they are instead picked apart, meat thrown to the left, bones to the right. No, no, no! You were supposed to enjoy the drumstick as such! And what about the sauce and spices!? You totally missed those!!! No, now you're mucking it up with your artificial dip!
today.
The general principal of "it works both ways" built into Kelso’s commentary on women is something that I find can be extracted from the context of the article and the magazine it was printed in and applied as a simple yet effective rule to ‘The Way Things Work’. I have a feeling he n Moore’s mystic bond through Kabala has something to do with this elucidated stance...(meme si je connais presque rien sur le sujet de Kabala)…
I'm not gonna dip my toes in here, the water temperature is fine, no matter the temperature.
If Freud is correct in his conclusion that the 'civilized' (and, in his eyes, to an extent, neurotic) adult internalizes the authority figure, therein referred to as the superego, then inside, in our invisible selves, alongside the primal and naturally existing child, lives a parental essence. This essence is necessary in our world, in society. It is the voice that tells us to play nice after we've thrown sand into the eyes of that kid who tried to steal our doll (Barbie, GI-Joe; pick your side- and there goes another layer of identity). It is the impulse that, long after we've left the house and the kid-size sheets, gets us into the bathroom to 'go' before we leave on a trip (be it to the store or across the world), the same impulse that follows us into parenthood when we go on to spawn little versions of ourselves...The holographic effect is mind boggling when considering multiple generations and if you are lucky, you have grandparents or great grandparents to shed such perspective on the evolutionary journey to 'you'.
So if, as many gurus and teachings say, striving to live in accordance with the child inside us is the epitome of being true and right- the path to happiness, then this fax should help give us all some great guidelines, whether you're a parent, child, adult, teen, tween, or (wo)man-child. Children are so crucial, fragile, important.
My boss is Jewish and periodically gets Aish HaTorah's Shabbat Shalom Fax. Mazel Tov!!
Oh, you Jews...thanks for being, well, Jew! (ba-dum-chhhh)
So basically (ha), if we step outside of ourselves and enable the superego (parental essence) to treat our inner child as such ^, we should all be better off for it. And even if, by no fault of their own doing (blame communism, war, previous bad parenting, poverty, wealth, insolence, paparazzi, vanity, etc, etc, etc) our own parents may have been unable to provide us with the full scope of 'what children want', it's never too late to gift ourselves what we all deserve.
What's more, we'll then be equipped with the tools to treat those around us, child or not, with equal accord.
Inspiration renders inspired inspiration. Toward creation. The question is, which came first? the Inspired, Inspirer or the Inspiree? What's what, who's who? As long as you're in the game, shouldn't that be all that counts? There's no beggining and no end, really. It's all just a chain-link fence stretching from one horizon to the next, chasing sunsets and sunrises, dawn and dusk capturing the moments of transition with sprays of subtle tones and hues. Shades and notes and hints of sound and tinged painterly strokes brought out of absolutely nowhere. And everywhere. Simultaneously. With a fluid motion that brings change witnessable only as an after-thought, if captured and retained. And if not, we always have tomorrow. It repeats. It's all about cycles, mama Earth lets this be known, at least to those looking for it, to those with open recesses. And then we try to re-acheive it from the blending of pigments from a tube. Or whatever your medium may be. Imitation is the highest form of flattery, they say. We should all be flattered. We 'artists'. Oh well. Let us all try to be the masters of our creation.
I digress...Let this talkie do the talkin
And I find it entirely too funny that the user name of the person who uploaded this video is popefucker. The strangest things get me gigglin. Selectively Random is best.
..entre ici et la
...head over the rainbow
....trailing on the heels of
.....inside inner 3motion
....that's not at home, out and about
...more comfortable than
..surrounded by white walls
.colored in loud tones of hue
- Atmosphere : 'In Her Music Box'
[10:29] acm: you know him
[10:34] acm: but we don't realize that they are in fact controlling us
2008 : ∞ : 2+0+0+8 : 1
This year's magintude cannot be more evident for me, in my own life, and the lives of those in the world around me. A guy stopped in the street when he saw me reading Blue Like Jazz. Sitting on a bench in the sun for my lunch break. He paused to tell me he had just finished the book. I was nearly done myself. I told him "there's no such thing as a coincidence" and he responded with "you got that right." The randomness of my choice of response kept me thinking for a few seconds. I felt kind-of awkward to have said that to a stranger but I meant what I said and I said what I meant. He kept walking. I turned around, watched him leave. I wanted him to stay. To talk and just, stay. I teared. I kept reading. And with the next sentance began the most important part of the book, came the most holistic, fused, nugget, core, heart of life, call it what you can, what you may, whatever dreams will work their way into words. It doesn't matter. No words can explain the sentiments that those words offered. I kept reading, tears of joy came to my eyes, I got that tight feeling in my throat and chest. I got up, read while walking. All the crosswalks were white. All the people parted for me. I didn't have to look up. Something guided me back. I heaved in the elevator, alone and f***ing vibrating. With a power and wholeness. It's fleeting. But all I can hope for is to preserve the feeling with a feeble composition. Maybe it will help. Something. Someone. I just want to be of service. To love. To love and to be of service. This is not religious. This is not about institutions. This is about the only things that really matter. In the end, it doesn't matter but this isn't the end. This is here and now. The present is infinate. And that we cannot wrap our minds around. The present is eternal. The present is a GIFT. That's why it's called the PRESENT.
Re-examine all you have been taught at school, in church, or read in any book. Dismiss whatever insults your soul and your very flesh shall be a great poem.
Questions:
What does time afford you? What does it bring? At what point do the nonnegligible differences in age dissipate? (I looked that word up to see if it existed and google popped this out: The Nonnegligible Lightness of Gravity) What qualifies as a nonnegligible difference?
Saw them at Mercury Lounge last night. New musical discoveries never cease to excite and inspire.
Funds received cover production and shipping costs of the stickers.
Jai Srila Prabhupada!
Traveling, ancient wisdom texts, and the arts are a continual source of inspiration and engagement in my life and I seek to develop my teaching offering by incorporating writing, music, and cross-cultural references as complementary tools for healing, unification and discovery.
2012-2013 saw me traveling and deepening my understanding of (Bhakti) yoga in some of India's holiest places, specifically, Vrindavan and Mayapur.
Currently, I am teaching at The Bhakti Center and serving as part of the core development team at Supersoul Farm, school and retreat center in upstate New York.
By the grace of wonderful guidance from and connections with Raghunath Cappo, Dhanurdhara Swami, HH Radhanath Swami, and His Divine Grace A. C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada, I am able to learn from the source of Supreme wisdom and truth. My infinite thanks.