Friday, April 30, 2010

Start by being more aware.
When we leave judgment behind, we can live in the moment, taking what comes as neither good or bad, but simply what is. We can stop ruining our happiness with our thinking, and start living instead.
When we judge, we don’t seek to understand — we’ve already come to a conclusion. If we stop judging, we allow ourselves to try to understand, and then we can take a much smarter course of action, because we’re better informed by our understanding.
They’re just being who they are. Your expectations are at fault.
It happened. It served as a lesson.
Hamlet said, ‘There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.’
“When people see some things as beautiful,
other things become ugly.
When people see some things as good,
other things become bad.”
~Lao Tzu
It happened.
“Whatever the present moment contains, accept it as if you had chosen it.” ~Eckhart Tolle

Thursday, April 29, 2010

In its classical sense, mindfulness means the ability to hold one’s full, impartial attention from moment to moment on whatever one experiences in body and mind. Although this mental muscle is natural, its function is so vital to meditative learning that its constant care is the foundation of Buddhist practice. Mindfulness practice is crucial for freeing us from the instinctive bias that normally restricts our ability to see the world more objectively.

Joseph Loizzo, "Science of Enlightenment"

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Having read a tweet about coffee with coffee buns I made coffee buns. :D
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To be a buddha we must live in compassion for others, knowing there are no others, just the universal one arising as other. Touching the suffering of self and others is touching this essential core reality. - Harvey Daiho Hilbert
Order of Clear Mind Zen
“For unless detachment is based on compassion, it may lead to nirvana, but it does not lead to buddhahood” - Red Pine
Train yourself in this way: from higher to higher, from strength to strength we will strive, and we will come to realize unsurpassed freedom.

- Buddha

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

40歲的老鷹
然亞精舍義工團


主講:呂祀檀





老鷹是世界上壽命最長的鳥類
它一生的年齡可達70歲
要活那麼長的壽命

它在40歲時

必須做出困難

卻重要的決定





當老鷹活到40歲時

它的爪子開始老化

無法有效地抓住獵物
它的啄變得又長又彎

幾乎碰到胸膛
因為它的羽毛長得又濃又厚

使得飛翔十分吃力
它的翅膀變得十分沉重





它只有兩種選擇:
它必須很努力地飛到山頂。
150天漫長的操練。.
等死!
或經過一個十分痛苦的更新過程。
在懸崖上築巢。
停留在那裏。不得飛翔。





老鷹首先用它的喙擊打岩石,

直到完全脫落。
它會用新長出的喙把指甲

一根一根的拔出來。
然後靜靜地等候

新的喙長出來。





當新的指甲長出來後,

它們便把羽毛

一根一根的拔掉。
5個月以後,

新的羽毛長出來了。
老鷹開始飛翔。
重新得力再過30年的歲月!





在我們的生命中,

有時候我們必須做出困難的決定。

開始一個更新的過程。
我們必須把舊的習慣,舊的傳統拋棄,

使我們可以重新飛翔。





只要我們願意放下舊的包袱,

願意學習新的技能,

我們就能發揮我們的潛能,

創造新的未來。.
My call for a spiritual revolution is a call for a radical re-orientation away from our habitual preoccupation with self towards concern for the wider community of beings with whom we are connected, and for conduct which recognizes others' interests alongside our own. - His Holiness the Dalai Lama
Where is thought? It can never be seen or even apprehended. It is like a magical illusion, for with imagination it colors the world. Searching for thought, unable to see it, a person looks for its origin. And it seems to be that where there is an object thought arises. Thought does not arise without an object. Can thought look at thought? No. Just as the blade of a sword cannot cut itself, or a fingertip touch itself, so thought cannot see thought.

- Sikshasamuccaya

Saturday, April 24, 2010

내가 아직 살아있는 동안에는 나로 하여금 헛되이 살지 않게 하라.
- 에머슨

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Jean Francois Maurice La Rencontre

Deux ans déjà…
Deauville n'a pas changé
Toi non plus, tu sais…

C'est drôle…
Toujours ce rendez-vous au dernier moment
Ils sont là, comme avant,
Les voiliers, les goélands.
J'ai ta veste sur mes épaules
Pour me protéger du vent
Mais tu ne m'as pas encore embrassée.

J'avais envie de te revoir.
Finalement, on ne s'est jamais quitté,
C'est la vie qui nous a séparés

C'est vrai, moi j'y pense encore,
À nos dîners en amoureux,
À ces bouquets de fleurs,
À tous ces télégrammes…
On dit que la passion, ça n'arrive qu'une fois.
Tu aimais l'amour dangereux, toi…

J'ai l'impression qu'il va pleuvoir
Deux ans déjà…
Deauville n'a pas changé
Moi non plus, tu sais…

C'est bien…
Je vais retourner à l'hôtel,
Tu vas rentrer sur Paris,
Et puis tu m'appelleras un jour, peut-être…
Tu me diras : viens, et je viendrai
Comme d'habitude, tu ne diras rien, pourquoi ?

Donne-moi encore une cigarette…
J'aurai des souvenirs, plein de souvenirs,
Et beaucoup de nostalgie…

C'est fou, moi aussi,
Ça fait du bien d'y penser,
Et j'ai du mal à oublier.
Tu vois, j'aurais voulu te dire je t'aime,
Là, maintenant, sur cette plage de Normandie
Mais… mais je crois qu'il est trop tard…

Oui, il est tard, il faut rentrer…


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Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Einsam wandelt dein Freund im Fruhlingsgarten,
Mild vom lieblichen Zauberlicht umflossen,
Das durch wankende Bluthenzweige zittert,
Adelaide!
In der spiegelnden Fluth, im Schnee der Alpen,
In des sinkenden Tages Goldgewolken,
In Gefilde der Sterne strahlt dein Bildniss,
Adelaide!
Abendluftchen im zarten Laube flustern,
Silberglockchen des Mais im Grase sauseln,
Wellen rauschen und Nachtigallen floten,
Adelaide!
Einst, o Wunder! entbluht auf meinem Grabe,
Eine Blume der Asche meines Herzens
Deutlich schimmert auf jedem Purpurblattchen:
Adelaide!

Title: Adelaide
Music: Ludwig van Beethoven (1770–1827)
Text: Friedrich von Matthisson (1761-1831)