Neither going about naked, nor with matted locks,
nor filthy, nor fasting, nor lying on the ground,
nor smearing oneself with ashes and dust,
nor sitting on the heels in penance,
can purify one who has not overcome doubt.
Even though one be well attired, yet if one is poised,
calm, controlled and established in the holy life,
having set aside violence towards all beings,
one truly is holy, a renunciate, a monastic.
―Buddha Shakyamuni
I don’t know what to write. Impose a rule on myself to just compose and type
; like I suppose your right. Here it goes; in flight.
Im not complaining simply explaining that a lot of my days are draining me driving me insanely, plain to see that my mind is somewhat aimlessly;and broken.
I wish I was calmer are more soft spoken.
My girlfriend says I was in a better place mentally when I was living in the homeless shelter.
Shes right; its like I do better surrounded by… lives like mine but whatever.
Now is the only moment; so: hold it…
I Do not condone any of my past it’s already done so don’t quote it.
Nina
from Tricycle, Posted by Monty McKeever on 07 Jul 2011 in
I live in a neighborhood that is full of graffiti street art. Some is terrible, some is incredible. Overall, I am grateful for this aspect of where I live. In an age where people are bombarded with carefully calculated ads meant to make us feel insecure, inadequate, and that we need to buy a bunch of stuff we don’t need, I think that the talented street artists perform a legitimate service, a sort of visual activism or civil disobedience. They freely and anonymously offer us compelling imagery that provides a tiny bit of relief amidst the constant ocular assault of our culture, which often seems to place a much higher value on our sugar intake than our appreciation of art. On the other hand, some graffiti artists just obsessively scribble their name on stuff and remind me of my…
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Each one of us passes through these situations however some of us win, they are victors, and they succeed not because they try to make a difference but because they are destined to. Destiny is like a child born in the middle of World War II in a small town being crushed to the ground, his mother swallowed by the inevitable while the fragile wins his life. We do say that we create our destiny but it is always there waiting for us to embrace it through a set of actions that we will make. Our every choice is towards it, no matter how much despairing or hopeful, great or petty it maybe.
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When Bankei held his seclusion-weeks of meditation, pupils from many parts of Japan came to attend. During one of these gatherings a pupil was caught stealing. The matter was reported to Bankei with the request that the culprit be expelled. Bankei ignored the case.
Later the pupil was caught in a similar act, and again Bankei disregarded the matter. This angered the other pupils, who drew up a petition asking for the dismissal of the thief, stating that otherwise they would leave in a body.
When Bankei had read the petition he called everyone before him. “You are wise brothers,” he told them. “You know what is right and what is not right. You may go somewhere else to study if you wish, but this poor brother does not even know right from wrong. Who will teach him if I do not? I am going to keep him here even if all the rest of you leave.”
A torrent of tears cleansed the face of the brother who had stolen. All desire to steal had vanished.
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