Ideas realized
A fourth of the flock, By the three forgot, Near night’s opened door, Lifeless laid on the floor. Life’s brief dream, Fallen leaf in a stream, Mere memory evermore. Matter matters not, But carnage in rot, By wood-handled spade In earthen-clay laid. To higher realms I pray you soar.
From: Hymn to God, My God, in My Sickness by John Donne “I joy, that in these straits I see my west; For, though their currents yield return to none, What shall my west hurt me? As west and east In all flat maps (and I am one) are one, So death doth touch the resurrection.”
“By meditating on the three main channels and the four main chakras, may we loosen the tightness of the blocked channels. May all the wind energy enter the central channel, and may we thereby experience the path of clear light. By penetrating the pleasure centers of the chakras, may we achieve the realization of the eternal state of bliss. “ - Lama Yeshe (The Bliss of Inner Fire)
Cattāriariya-saccāni (The Four Noble Truths)
dukkha (truth of suffering)
tanhā (truth of attachment)
nirodha (truth of renunciation)
magga (truth of the path):
sammā-ditthi (right view)
sammā-sankappa (right intent)
sammā-vacca (right speech)
sammā-kammanta (right action)
sammā-ājīva (right livelihood)
sammā-vāyāma (right effort)
sammā-sati (right mindfulness)
sammā-samādhi (right concentration)
May I realize,
That of any measurable quantity
I am empty,
And thus
May I realize,
The immeasurable qualities
Of inherent Buddha Nature.
Days of the Dead observances
(Eve of Oct. 14, Observance 15-31)
National Geographic journal covers for birth-months of author, daughter and son.
In fractal, fractal intertwined. As to become, as so behind. With singular aim, a cosmic bow, Intent as above, so below. A spectrum of white, Harmonic cosmic blue, Illuminating clear light that is inner 'you.'
