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Post by silver on Oct 23, 2014 11:54:35 GMT -5
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Post by silver on Oct 31, 2014 0:58:31 GMT -5
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Post by silver on Nov 9, 2014 15:47:32 GMT -5
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Post by silver on Nov 11, 2014 10:23:45 GMT -5
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Post by silver on Nov 11, 2014 15:03:43 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2014 15:35:06 GMT -5
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Post by silver on Nov 13, 2014 0:52:44 GMT -5
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Post by stardustpilgrim on Nov 13, 2014 11:18:51 GMT -5
Many years ago I saw a PBS special on Eric Hoffer. He was this big practical agnostic everyman's working longshoreman philosopher, very likable. I remember one specific part of the interview, strong accent. "With patience and a little bit of spittle, d elephant can screw d ant". :-) sdp
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Post by silver on Nov 13, 2014 21:18:52 GMT -5
Many years ago I saw a PBS special on Eric Hoffer. He was this big practical agnostic everyman's working longshoreman philosopher, very likable. I remember one specific part of the interview, strong accent. "With patience and a little bit of spittle, d elephant can screw d ant". :-) sdp A real down to earth kind of guy, huh? I have the one book of his mentioned above. I couldn't find it to return it to the library, so I had to pay for it, and then a couple months later, located it under my bed under more books, so I get to keep it.
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Post by silver on Nov 15, 2014 11:30:41 GMT -5
peacefulrivers.homestead.com/thichnhathanh.htmlPlease Call Me By My True Names By Thich Nhat Hanh Don't say that I will depart tomorrow--even today I am still arriving. Look deeply: every second I am arriving to be a bud on a Spring branch, to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings, learning to sing in my new nest, to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower, to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone. I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry, to fear and to hope. The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death of all that is alive. I am a mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river. And I am the bird that swoops down to swallow the mayfly. I am a frog swimming happily in the clear water of a pond. And I am the grass-snake that silently feeds itself on the frog. I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones, my legs as thin as bamboo sticks. And I am the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons to Uganda. I am the twelve-year-old girl, refugee on a small boat, who throws herself into the ocean after being raped by a sea pirate. And I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and loving. I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my hinds. And I am the man who has to pay his "debt of blood" to my people dying slowly in a forced-labor camp. My joy is like Spring, so warm it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth. My pain is like a river of tears, so vast it fills the four oceans. Please call me by my true names, so I can hear all my cries and laughter at once, so I can see that my joy and pain are one. Please call me by my true names, so I can wake up and the door of my heart could be left open, the door of compassion.
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Post by silver on Nov 16, 2014 10:22:26 GMT -5
Response to a Logician by Milarepa
I bow at the feet of my teacher Marpa. And sing this song in response to you. Listen, pay heed to what I say, forget your critique for a while.
The best seeing is the way of "nonseeing" -- the radiance of the mind itself. The best prize is what cannot be looked for -- the priceless treasure of the mind itself.
The most nourishing food is "noneating" -- the transcendent food of samadhi. The most thirst-quenching drink is "nondrinking" -- the nectar of heartfelt compassion.
Oh, this self-realizing awareness is beyond words and description! The mind is not the world of children, nor is it that of logicians.
Attaining the truth of "nonattainment," you receive the highest initiation. Perceiving the void of high and low, you reach the sublime stage.
Approaching the truth of "nonmovement," you follow the supreme path. Knowing the end of birth and death, the ultimate purpose is fulfilled.
Seeing the emptiness of reason, supreme logic is perfected. When you know that great and small are groundless, you have entered the highest gateway.
Comprehending beyond good and evil opens the way to perfect skill. Experiencing the dissolution of duality, you embrace the highest view.
Observing the truth of "nonobservation" opens the way to meditating. Comprehending beyond "ought" and "oughtn't" opens the way to perfect action.
When you realize the truth of "noneffort," you are approaching the highest fruition. Ignorant are those who lack this truth: arrogant teachers inflated by learning, scholars bewitched by mere words, and yogis seduced by prejudice. For though they yearn for freedom, they find only enslavement.
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Post by silver on Nov 22, 2014 21:31:23 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2014 21:39:20 GMT -5
And this is a fine example of an idea. Attach to it as though it is true and emotion flows. Write a story on top about a you and a me and we have arguments in empty houses day after day after day.
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Post by silver on Nov 24, 2014 0:12:18 GMT -5
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Post by silver on Nov 24, 2014 0:20:15 GMT -5
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