In my eyes, as soon as compassion starts showing the first sign of ostentation, it is off-track…And stops being a path I want to follow.That
In my eyes, as soon as compassion starts showing the first sign of ostentation, it is off-track…And stops being a path I want to follow.That
The day will come,Because it eventually has to,When all the business filling your life,The one you’ve grabbed hold of all these days,Until the backwash of
Banging my head in your narrow minds is suffocating : I need to get out.And I’ve withered long enough in the dullness of your aspirations.Your complacency
For this country, I feel a wild attraction, a magnetic, animal instinct.Nothing as refined as what you would expect for a country like this.Actually, I
I would have loved us to walk there,Both of us. But the edge guiding your words and carrying the sound of your voiceJams everything.It disconnects
Sometimes, grains which are thinner, purer than the rest are filtered through their more compact mineral brothers.And, from the very first movement of the sieve,Those
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(An Answer to Mary) I would say that the different levels of subjective truth intermingle. They are all true, on different degrees, depending on the
Desire is the magnetic power which keeps together the composing elements of our ‘self ‘.In proportion to its intensity, it joins and packs with more or
I simply dip the quill in the zafuAnd words drill at the tipThen I harvest them on a notebook.That is all there is to it.
If Buddhism speaks to me, it is because, when I read the texts or when I listen to the talks, they reflect practical experiences I’ve
The virus is spreading and everyone wants it to end.It tries to survive, to outlive everyone.It struggles, mutates and end up putting out, once it
If I do not choose to have faith in the human being, life is only an acid apprehension.It is unlivable. By rotating the angle I
Sister M., in one of the audio podcast I use while jogging, very quietly, says thatDuring our prayers, our moments of silent sitting, we should
The bird lands on the garden wall.In the house, the cat. A window between them.Suddenly the cat starts running to the garden.In a snap, the