tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63421882024-03-12T22:08:43.193-07:00Rugaciunebe in total harmonyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger151125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342188.post-57205530139140947922012-07-01T04:28:00.002-07:002012-07-01T04:28:49.594-07:00Beauty<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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-- Deepak ChopraUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342188.post-14473990834546878392012-06-06T00:28:00.000-07:002012-06-06T00:28:26.248-07:00The Wonder of the World<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I don’t destroy the wonder of the world<br />
and I don’t kill<br />
with reasoning the mysteries I find<br />
along my way<br />
in flowers, on faces, on lips or graves.<br />
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The light of inquiries from others<br />
strangles the magic spell of treasures hidden<br />
in the depth of the unknown.<br />
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Instead<br />
my light adorns the mystery of life –<br />
much like the white moonlight<br />
doesn’t diminish, but trembling,<br />
increases even more the mystery of night,<br />
my light intensifies the subtle horizon<br />
with shivers of a mystic secret.<br />
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And all the unknowns<br />
become unknowns even bigger<br />
in my eyes –<br />
because I love the same way<br />
the flowers, faces, lips and graves.<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342188.post-83459342997736779442012-06-02T00:26:00.002-07:002012-06-02T00:26:54.046-07:00FlowersDon't wait for someone to bring you flowers. Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342188.post-49836391995106896282012-05-21T15:24:00.001-07:002012-05-21T15:24:48.889-07:00Intelligent"Respond intelligently even to unintelligent treatment."<br />
- Lao TzuUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342188.post-77061317522496040522012-05-08T18:29:00.000-07:002012-05-08T18:29:28.838-07:00Each moment is new<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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“You cannot step in the same river twice” — Heraclitus<br />
Each moment is new, each moment is fresh, life is flowing and changing every moment.<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342188.post-81064097938947170322012-05-06T10:03:00.000-07:002012-05-06T10:03:57.950-07:00concerned with the being<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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a man of wisdom is always concerned with the being. a man of ignorance is always concerned with questions of doing, what is to be done.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342188.post-75414287503604542582012-05-05T12:21:00.001-07:002012-05-05T12:21:17.905-07:00Who are you trying to trick?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Who are you trying to trick, who are you trying to deceive? The other, God, yourself? Once you understand the wholeness of life, you will stop being cunning. You are not separate; you are not the individual; only the whole exists.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342188.post-23123198829697391342012-04-28T01:34:00.001-07:002012-04-28T01:36:27.343-07:00Ambition<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="text-align: center;">Ambition and desire are the food of human misery.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342188.post-77004583046611132882012-04-08T17:59:00.002-07:002012-04-08T17:59:19.738-07:00Freedom<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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One should not interfere in anybody else’s freedom.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342188.post-21715533245913758282012-04-04T22:33:00.000-07:002012-04-04T22:34:27.786-07:00Perfect Virtue<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Perfect virtue produces nothing. Because it needs nothing else. Only imperfection desires to produce something.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342188.post-3110762099089202462012-03-31T18:00:00.002-07:002012-03-31T18:00:35.148-07:00the question is: are you ready?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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whenever the disciple is ready the master appears</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342188.post-50185495955288492452012-03-28T22:53:00.002-07:002012-03-28T22:54:20.264-07:00don't ask for repetition<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Whenever a blissful moment happens, don’t ask for it again. Don’t ask for it to be repeated, because all repetition is of mind. Don’t ask for it again. If you ask, then the mind will say, “I know the trick. I will do it for you.” The mind will destroy the mystery of a new moment.<br />
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When it happens, feel happy and grateful and forget. The fish is caught, forget the trap. The meaning is caught, forget the word.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342188.post-28157732583963313342012-03-18T19:24:00.001-07:002012-03-28T17:54:56.689-07:00Prayer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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“When I started praying, I would go to the church and talk to God. I talked to him for many years, and then suddenly I realized that this was useless. How can you talk before God? One has to be silent. What is there to be said? And what can I say which will help God to know more? So I stopped talking, I became silent. <br />
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Then after many years I realized that even silence wouldn’t do. So I started listening. First I was talking, then I was not talking, and then I was listening.<br />
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When this listening happened, then for the first time prayer happened.”<br />
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— Soren Kierkegaard, a Danish philosopherUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342188.post-69548092304411204062012-03-09T22:49:00.000-08:002012-03-09T22:50:23.060-08:00A wise man yields<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When there is a strong wind, the trees resist and die, and the grass bends. The storm goes by and again the grass stands straight, laughing and enjoying. The big tree thinks so much of himself and will fight the storm: “Who can bend me? Who can force me to yield?” It is foolish to fight with the storm, because the storm has not come for you. It is nothing special, the storm is simply passing and you happen to be there.<br />
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A wise man yields. A foolish man always resists. A wise man can see the total of life and accept what is; a foolish man can only see the fragment and always suffer from his choice.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342188.post-30989389551918761042012-03-08T19:13:00.001-08:002012-03-08T19:13:32.162-08:00The Total of Life is Always The Same<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A monkey trainer went to his monkeys and told them:<br />
“As regards to your chestnuts, you are going to have three measures in the morning, and four in the afternoon.”<br />
On hearing this all the monkeys became angry.<br />
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So the keeper said:<br />
“All right then, I will change it to four measures in the morning, and three in the afternoon.”<br />
The monkeys were satisfied with this arrangement.<br />
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Ultimately, if you can look at the total, the total in life is always the same, regardless of how many times you change the arrangement. You can be rich or poor, you can own more or less, but that will not change the wholeness of life. The total is always “seven” - this is “the law of three in the morning”.<br />
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And the monkey is your mind.<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342188.post-15057258092438826102012-03-05T23:01:00.000-08:002012-03-05T23:01:04.328-08:00Responsible<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am responsible. I am fully responsible for my life. I am responsible for happiness as well as hunger in the world. I am responsible when someone is angry at me. I am responsible for the simple fact of being here.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342188.post-71238835889119326292012-03-04T11:27:00.002-08:002012-03-04T22:55:45.011-08:00Blossom<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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“I said to the almond tree, ‘Sister, speak to me of God.’ <br />And the almond tree blossomed.”<br />
-- Nikos KazantzakisUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342188.post-64258403039927515472012-03-03T12:22:00.004-08:002012-03-03T12:24:09.966-08:00Perfect Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Perfect sincerity offers no guarantee.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342188.post-57401577973086386342012-02-25T21:57:00.001-08:002012-02-25T21:57:37.956-08:00Curious"I have no special talents. I am only passionately curious"<div>
Albert Einstein</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342188.post-26593283093344785902012-02-24T15:50:00.001-08:002012-02-25T21:54:40.917-08:00Ah, this cake is delicious!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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“Master, you are leaving us soon, what do you want us to remember?” – asked the disciples of a Zen master on his deathbed.<br />
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The master smiled, took a bite from his favorite cake and said:<br />
“Ah, this cake is delicious.” And then he closed his eyes for the last time.<br />
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For a man who lives in the here and now, even death is irrelevant. The next moment is meaningless. This moment this cake is delicious.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342188.post-92035262180808550452012-02-23T23:21:00.000-08:002012-02-23T23:21:06.767-08:00Save the world<br />
Before you can save others, you have to save yourself. You have to be “selfish” at first. First you have to flower, you have to become fully conscious, aware, alert. You have to blossom first. Is the rose selfish when it blossoms?<br />
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While asleep, your urge to save the world is just a product of your ego that wants to be “better” than the others, an ego that searches recognition, respect, followers and worship.<br />
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First you save yourself, first you blossom, and your perfume will wake up the rest and they will blossom too. That’s all you have to do to save the word: blossom.<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342188.post-16381566076367545242012-02-22T11:16:00.000-08:002012-02-22T11:16:45.043-08:00The Path<br />
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Two men were once lost in a forest on a very dark night. It was a very dangerous forest, full of wild animals, very dense, with darkness all around. Suddenly, there was a storm, a crashing of the clouds, and a great lightning. One man looked at the sky amazed, wondering “What is happening? This is fascinating!”. The other man looked at the path; in that moment of lightning, the path was before him, illuminated; and he followed it. The man looking at the lighting missed the path.<br />
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In life, sometimes a flash of lightning comes – look at the path and act. A Jesus is a lightning, a Buddha is a lightning. Don’t look at the lightning; if you look, you will miss, because lightning lasts only for a moment and those moments are rare. Let the lightning and the learning that comes with it penetrate you and then forget it. Through the learning the path is illuminated but you must act, you must do something. You must follow the path.<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342188.post-34916129012577100192012-02-20T13:50:00.000-08:002012-02-20T13:50:28.268-08:00Being last<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Jesus said: “Blessed are those who are the last in this world because they shall be the first in my kingdom of God”.<br />
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but… careful, if you are trying to be the last, you are not the last. If you are trying, you will be missing the whole point.<br />
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To be the last - not by effort, not by striving, not by following some prescribed rules and practices, not by comparing, not by ambition, not by competition - but just by simple understanding that “whatsoever I am, I am; there is no need to be anybody else, I’m blissful in my own being”.<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6342188.post-39687738270241975432012-02-19T09:50:00.000-08:002012-02-19T09:50:50.891-08:00Life is like a violin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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One gets born, but life has to be molded. Life is not received made out – it has to be patiently, wisely, carefully given shape.<br />
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Life is like a violin, we all have it but the art to use it is learned by very few. A violin can be with you for a very long time but touching the strings without training and practice, can create only discordant noises, far from the melodious music that it is capable of producing. One thing to remember, learning the technique to play the violin is only the first step, the technique is only opening the door, the path is lightened in front of you. The jump to the art of living is possible only when the heart takes over, the technique is forgotten, the violinist and the violin become one, and lovable melody pours out.<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0