I belong to this Universe.Falling down and getting back up.Pulling weights. Reading and reading as many as three books at one time.Some are history books and Dharma books and teachings. Change is blowing in the wind. Love those who harm you they have a voice. Love will win over and there will be peace in the land.
Many times when I do prostrations. I feel like why should I humble myself and bow down. Pride that has casued me harm in the past shows up. Ego works its dream coil. But it seems to me the only way of working with the universe. Suffering in the world vast as it is. I must do something. So I do prostrations. I feel like I am falling and swiming the ocean of suffering. With all the atoms of my body. My breath has changed. I feel my self breathing deeper and from the lower of my body more. energy. My balance is better and I feel for the first time my body form more.It helps me very much to do the practice of giving and receiving The practice is Tonglen.Awareness comes from my body and intense love of inner self ,and for many others.Take in blackness of suffering and give out white light of compassion. It changes the entire picture. May all be well with you.Rise your banner high.May you and your love ones live for a long life. May your treasures be rich in laughter and poems and music and teachings
Everywhere may the ground be pure, free of the roughness of pebbles and so forth. May it be the nature of lapis and as smooth as the palm of one's hand.
Accept that you have been born many times . Accept Karma. Get out of your contained life. Reach out and follow your way of doing things.You are stadust and from stars great compassion, rays of rainbows and great effort on your part.
The teachings of Dharma and the universe of karma
have help me to find my pain. Kindness to one self is the first step in dealing with karma. Feeling a lost child deep within!Do I show him/her compassion. Forgiveness of my parents. Lost of my twin brother. Lost of my lover in 91.Being Buddhist. I have found treasures in Buddhism. I learn as a person a little bit each moment to moment.
I wish that all world a good and long life free from troubles and the courage to step out side your safe shell and allow your self to feel suffering and give back white light and compassion. May this teaching help you and and others on their journey from here to nowhere.
Realize you have a great deal of space. The blue sky. The looking out of a window. A bird that lands among your plants you planted. A red bird or yellow bird. All these bring you back to your breath.
It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me.? and I'm feeling good...With great compassion I bow to my lovers and teachers. May they not suffer
and have good dreams and enjoy the pure land in all four directions. I rise my banner high for them in seeking out compassion in all places.
seen in math of the economy. But work ,what is it really?I see work as changing and getting into another term. Having a job. Being a mom is work. Reading a book is work. Painting a painting. A prayer is work. Fighting the system that states you are a person if you have a job.Where will work be in the future? Do we have to move to another counties?Are are you willing to go in space at the hotel there?Building ourselves up we a spirit and soul and we get the work done everyday.I think the defining meaning of work will change for the better after the world markets are more stable.
This is forbidden for us to look at.So don't look. You live in the east sector
We're not free. I feel like I live in the east sector of some country that tells you pot is bad for you. When I can open on the internet and see this picture .
Leave my food stamps alone. The right wing wants to cut food stamps from people. Women and childern need Food Stamps for eating .The government need more food programs for the Middle class as well. Stop the madness on food for the people of the United States of America. Give and families will be better when all are fed.
Working with a set of eyes a mouth and a face but can't draw anything more of it. I go through pencils. The charcoal messes up the drawing. So I went to a heavy pencil to do the outline. Reading 5 books so far this year. Very good ones so far.
Pema Chodron is great to read. She sets you up for practice and spirit travel.
Reading
''Van Gogh The Life"
Stenen Naifeh and Gregory White Smith
Every day so far its been Van Gogh. I think that the book is heavy and should be thought of as several books together.
Great wonder with bread and butter in the morning and coffee. It's intense and very well written.It's a mind book
The story holds me dear to heart.It creates a hard life for a man that gave so much.The book is a wealth box of treasures to be found.
Read it because you'll be richer for it. 879 pages.Read it with your butter and tea.With pictures of art done by Van Gogh. Plenty of French sayings. And the knowledge of Dutch culture and Dutch painters. Very good book, a treasure of love for the artist.
I am also reading" A Maintain a Joyful Mind". Very good to read for a few seconds but the sayings have a punch in your guts after affects.
''Don't count on receiving credit for your good deeds. Just do them anyway''.!Pema Chodron is the writer of this and many good books.
Back to the topic of art. I am either going to keep drawing or start working on painting.
Color and models are needed. How can you draw a man or a women from a picture. The flesh tones are many. The spirit is what matters the most. Maybe I should carry my drawing pad with me always. Just draw around you what captures you. I would love to do a painting outside and then a land painting.Planting flowers getting my garden together. I have 30 trees planted this year they all have a names and are planted after people and pets.With yours... in spirit may your water be fresh. Remember that water offerings is a great gift.
“The first and most important thing an individual can do is to become an individual again, decontrol himself, train himself as to what is going on and win back as much independent ground for himself as possible”
— William S. Burroughs
Tagalog is a world language. I love the way it sounds..
“In homosexual sex you know exactly what the other person is feeling, so you are identifying with the other person completely. In heterosexual sex you have no idea what the other person is feeling.”
— William S. Burroughs
Cleaning the kitchen today. Feeling better after coming out of the hospital, needed blood. Felt weak for a long time. Went to the doctor and he said you're going to the hospital. Energy is great when you have it. I been feeling better and cleaned the refrigerator. Living with my lover and a good friend. We are terrible we get in to projects and forget to pick up.
A entire universe exisits for your dreams and talent. Other universes exist to. Take in your breath and follow your chest. Do this for about 10 mins a day and then you enter
another mind and body zones. You find that you have a lot more of space and emptiness to deal with. Thoughts come and they are actors of your real being. Let them go. Your concern is feeling your mind, heart and physical body. Soon this stops .
You are floating in desire and action. You are all that is going on . You feel compassion for your getting older. Your youth now having more wisdom. Beginner's mind allows you to react to helping others along the way to your enlightment. Reading poems that soar you over the mountains.
Because for the first time in your life. You are turn yourself on.You trust in not knowing the way for yourself. Rest now and take in your inner child. Pretty soon you'll be like a child wondering about this world's pure land. You will learn to do practice. You will become noble in all actions you undertake.This is my humble way of my practice.
Seeking your good karma and life. Let go as if you were about to die and refect upon this condition. Run deep into fields of flowers. Know what miracle has taken place there. Find your daisy. Laugh and play music. Keep to your path and practice.
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Today in many lands where the vote means nothing. There is a spring coming. Voices of people who want freedom in their path of pratice and mediation.Governments are for the voting of all types of peoples . Sunday there will be a election in Russia. Let's hope that the man last 18 months and a real spring comes.He is not the hopes and dreams of Russia but he thinks so. May he rule Russia with love and peace. May freedom come to the people like a fresh spring air and may those fighting for change be granted it. Today even in our counry it's voting for the worst person. None of these men show support of change needed in our country We're go to vote another men who knows nothing about the real needs of our land. So were like Russia we put out with the same men. If we could really vote we would be a better country. I will vote for the same man that is president. But I don't like him. Change is coming to America. It will have its spring and we will look to the past as the bad days.Keep alive the spirit to change and new voices changing our hold on lack lustor voting. We are better then those who run for
Walking was my mother's way of having a good time. We would walk all over the city and pick up pop bottles for money and look through trash cans for food. We would go to value village and roam around there looking for bargins. We would window shop and talk about the display on hand. Never talk about how poor we were. Money ment little when you could buy books at the store. We always had something we were doing or making. I remember the card shop where you picked your cards. My mother would look over them and check out which was the pretty one with words for the right thoughts. We had fun showing Dearest our cards. We would go to the 50. cent Movies downtown SanDiego. The movie showed three movies for a cheap price. All the sailors and other service members would go to.
"That day and everyday after we had tea. A staple food. I love putting sugar in to the cup. For a moment in time we were together. Pet milk because we did not have a refrigerator. Cookies and conversation about old times and older days. I would ever be so silent and invisible. Because when they spoke it was like they were living the grudge or hurt at that moment. So they were angry which might be taken out on you or others around you. Tea brought order to the adults around them and peace among the riots of feelings. "
Some thoughts about my practice of following one's path to enlightenment.
May you have all your wishes and prayers answers for the time and place.Open your self to the teaching going on all around you and others. You may not understand your life now but you will as time and experiences takes over. Your practice grows. You walk the path to goodness and light. Sing songs about your courage as you take steps to rise up in karma. Rise your banner high and stake your stake to truth. Remember the human beings fighting for rights for us all. Their deaths does not go silent into the night.We are stronger because of them. Remember this in your practice and teachings. Rise to meet rainbows and dreams made just for you and others and untold riches for all the senses. Good fortune is yours for the making as you enjoy your way to the mountains or the sea. On your practice hold it dear it is like a lover sending you kisses and sweet dreams. Sleep a sleep that you never had before. Become enpower . Turn you practice to both states awake and sleeping. Do practice and remember all beings. Through out time and spaces are suffering. Bring them water to drink from your pactice.Help others and check about their well fair. Teachings come for everyday people. Learn your karma and do better for all beings. This your practice ,give it a wide path It is yours and powerful, not for the weak hearted. It can be wild or calming. Take your first step in giving all that you can for others. Loseing ego and games that come from karma are strongs teachings and make you more powerful and in helping others in need. Seeing what takes you on the path of enlightment. Yours!
Sending and receiving turns the mind heart and breath into a greater awareness. Breathing in suffering and breathing out compassion. Brings you to life and death. The moment of breathing in dark suffering you are taking place a relegation of the body to awarness out side of you. You bring attenion to action of karma. You place your self with all beings through time and space. You change and breath in compassion first for yourself and then others suffering in time with you, The white light the surrounds you is breath lifeforce. Changing the situation from suffering into compassion helping yourself and others beings through time and space. Breath and healing is taking place all around you . This is seeing that others are more valuable then you. Helping all bings to enlightenment and ending suffering.
Book I am reading so far pretty intresting. What a man he was.Looking into myself it's both control and desire. I desire that something works out between my older brother and me. 23 years have gone by and we don't have a word to say. So the contact I made at Christmas was small. I guess looking it all over I can try to have a loving caring approch. Forget desire and control. I just don't want to feel so helpless. But then that is what I have had that helpless feeling for some time. Compassion to one's self helps ,it like putting out a fire. Love towards your self is not good until you feel more comfortable in your won pride in how you love yourself and feel in your skin and heart and mind.I feel like a weight has been lifted off me and there is more heart of mind.
When you do prostrations. You should vision aray of people around you and with you doing prostrations. On either side have you mother and father as you join them in prayer. Have your Lama and all the buddha's though out time and space being with the more beings welfare.This has improve pactice in many way.Looking in too the many beings that need your help.Bowing removes the ego and I of suffering.
Wanderer, your footsteps are
the road, and nothing more;
wanderer, there is no road,
the road is made by walking.
By walking one makes the road,
and upon glancing behind
one sees the path
that never will be trod again.
Wanderer, there is no road--
Only wakes upon the sea.
when I feel doubt,I hear Om MaNi Padme Hum
When I want to die , I hear Om MaNi Padme Hum
When I feel sad,hopeless , i hear Om MaNi Padme Hum
When I stuck on life , I hear Om MaNi Padme Hum
When I need help , I hear Om MaNi Padme Hum
... And I? pray Om MaNi Padme Hum
"The mantra? Om Mani Pädme Hum is easy to say yet quite powerful,
Om - it is blessed to help you achieve perfection in the practice of generosity,
Ma - helps perfect the practice of pure ethics, and
Ni - helps achieve perfection in the practice of tolerance and patience.
Päd - helps to achieve perfection of perseverance,
Me - helps achieve perfection in the practice of concentration,
Hum - helps achieve perfection in the practice of wisdom."
Make your own way. Practice your way of the spirit. Do sitting practice, Walking practice and tip over. Waiting for the bell to be rung the end of sitting and waiting. Learning to eat time. Art and colors all around. Walk with the Buddha in the pureland where animals have souls as godlike as ours. No rebirth, end to suffering is match in giving. Clearing our path to the end of suffering and good and bad things along our journey.Practice in your good to all you meet weather you like them or dislike them. Breath in and out and let the energy or chi passover you. Take some time getting them in focus. Breath in suffering and breath out compassion.
everything around me will be loved, embraced and peacefully free
everything inside me will be loved, embraced and peacefully free
When you deny the reality of life, you appreciate it less. Meditate on the Buddha's Five Remembrances and rediscover the magic of life just as it is.
I am of the nature to grow old.
There is no way to escape growing old. I am of the nature to have ill health.
There is no way to escape ill health. I am of the nature to die.
There is no way to escape death.
All that is dear to me and everyone I love
are the nature to change.
There is no way to escape
being separated from them.
My actions are my only true belongings.
I cannot escape the consequences of my actions.
My actions are the ground upon which I stand.
from: The Plum Village Chanting, by Thich Nhat Hanh
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 the mayfly metamorphosing
on the surface of the river.
And I am the bird
that swoops down to swallow the mayfly.
I am the 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 hands.
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 my 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 so the door of my heart
can be left open,
the door of compassion.
1989
Flowers in the sky.
Flowers on Earth.
Lotuses bloom as Buddha's eyelids.
Lotuses bloom in man's heart.
Holding gracefully a lotus in his hand,
the bodhisattva brings forth a universe of art.
In the meadows of the sky, stars have sprung up.
The smiling, fresh moon is already up.
The jade-colored trunk of a coconut tree
reaches across the late-night sky.
My mind, traveling in utmost emptiness,
catches suchness on its way home.
Raisin Pie… now that’s something you don’t hear (or eat) everyday. In fact, I didn’t even know such a pie existed until just recently. A coworker had asked me if I ever made one, and when I said no he asked me if I would ever want to. I said sure why not, and the next day I had a 5lb bag of raisins on my desk. What a subtle way to say you want me to bake you a Raisin Pie!
He told me his Grandmother used to make him this pie, so I decided to research it a little bit. After all, when I think of my grandmother’s desserts, raisin pie doesn’t come to mind.
During colonial times the Pennsylvania Dutch dubbed this as ‘funeral pie‘ since it can be made days ahead of time during any season and due to being a double crusted pie, it can be transported easily. This sturdy pie was an integral part of funerals. Friends would bring the pie in hopes that the natural sweetness from the raisins would console the mourners. To this day the pie is served at Amish funerals and is still referred to as a funeral pie.
(I bet you are just dying to try this pie!)
Old Fashioned Raisin Pie
Recipe from Sun-Maid
2 cups Raisins
2 cups Water
1/2 cup Brown Sugar
2 TBS Corn Starch
1/2 tsp Cinnamon
1/2 tsp Salt
1 TBS Vinegar
1 TBS Butter
1 Double Unbaked Pie Crust
preheat oven to 425 degrees
1. Combine raisins and water and boil for 5 minutes.
2. In a separate bowl combine brown sugar, corn starch, cinnamon and salt. Stir together until there are no clumps remaining and add to the raisins.
3. Stir until the liquid is clear and thick, and remove from the heat.
4. Stir in vinegar and butter. Cool slightly before pouring in to an unbaked pie crust.
5. Cover with pastry or lattice strips as I did. Bake for 30 minutes or until crust is golden brown.
Marijuana use by seniors goes up as boomers age
by THEGEEK on AUGUST 18, 2010
in BOOMER HEALTH,BOOMER STUFF
Chuck BurtonPerry Parks, 67, takes a puff of marijuana at his home in Rockingham, N.C., Wednesday, Feb. 17, 2010. The retired Army pilot suffers crippling pain from degenerative disc disease and arthritis before turning to marijuana, which he first had tried in college, and was amazed how well it worked for the pain.
In her 88 years, Florence Siegel has learned how to relax: A glass of red wine. A crisp copy of The New York Times, if she can wrest it from her husband. Some classical music, preferably Bach. And every night like clockwork, she lifts a pipe to her lips and smokes marijuana.
Long a fixture among young people, use of the country’s most popular illicit drug is now growing among the AARP set, as the massive generation of baby boomers who came of age in the 1960s and ’70s grows older.
The number of people aged 50 and older reporting marijuana use in the prior year went up from 1.9 percent to 2.9 percent from 2002 to 2008, according to surveys from the Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration.
The rise was most dramatic among 55- to 59-year-olds, whose reported marijuana use more than tripled from 1.6 percent in 2002 to 5.1 percent.
Observers expect further increases as 78 million boomers born between 1945 and 1964 age. For many boomers, the drug never held the stigma it did for previous generations, and they tried it decades ago.
Some have used it ever since, while others are revisiting the habit in retirement, either for recreation or as a way to cope with the aches and pains of aging.
Siegel walks with a cane and has arthritis in her back and legs. She finds marijuana has helped her sleep better than pills ever did. And she can’t figure out why everyone her age isn’t sharing a joint, too.
“They’re missing a lot of fun and a lot of relief,” she said.
Politically, advocates for legalizing marijuana say the number of older users could represent an important shift in their decades-long push to change the laws.
“For the longest time, our political opponents were older Americans who were not familiar with marijuana and had lived through the ‘Reefer Madness’ mentality and they considered marijuana a very dangerous drug,” said Keith Stroup, the founder and lawyer of NORML, a marijuana advocacy group.
“Now, whether they resume the habit of smoking or whether they simply understand that it’s no big deal and that it shouldn’t be a crime, in large numbers they’re on our side of the issue.”
Each night, 66-year-old Stroup says he sits down to the evening news, pours himself a glass of wine and rolls a joint. He’s used the drug since he was a freshman at Georgetown, but many older adults are revisiting marijuana after years away.
“The kids are grown, they’re out of school, you’ve got time on your hands and frankly it’s a time when you can really enjoy marijuana,” Stroup said. “Food tastes better, music sounds better, sex is more enjoyable.”
The drug is credited with relieving many problems of aging: aches and pains, glaucoma, macular degeneration, and so on. Patients in 14 states enjoy medical marijuana laws, but those elsewhere buy or grow the drug illegally to ease their conditions.
Among them is Perry Parks, 67, of Rockingham, N.C., a retired Army pilot who suffered crippling pain from degenerative disc disease and arthritis. He had tried all sorts of drugs, from Vioxx to epidural steroids, but found little success. About two years ago he turned to marijuana, which he first had tried in college, and was amazed how well it worked for the pain.
“I realized I could get by without the narcotics,” Parks said, referring to prescription painkillers. “I am essentially pain free.”
But there’s also the risk that health problems already faced by older people can be exacerbated by regular marijuana use.
Older users could be at risk for falls if they become dizzy, smoking it increases the risk of heart disease and it can cause congnitive impairment, said Dr. William Dale, chief of geriatrics and palliative medicine at the University of Chicago Medical Center.
He said he’d caution against using it even if a patient cites benefits.
“There are other better ways to achieve the same effects,” he said.
Pete Delany, director of applied studies at the Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration, said boomers’ drug use defied stereotypes, but is important to address.
“When you think about people who are 50 and older you don’t generally think of them as using illicit drugs — the occasional Hunter Thompson or the kind of hippie dippie guy that gets a lot of press maybe,” he said. “As a nation, it’s important to us to say, ‘It’s not just young people using drugs it’s older people using drugs.’”
In conversations, older marijuana users often say they smoke in less social settings than when they were younger, frequently preferring to enjoy the drug privately. They say the quality (and price) of the drug has increased substantially since their youth and they aren’t as paranoid about using it.
Dennis Day, a 61-year-old attorney in Columbus, Ohio, said when he used to get high, he wore dark glasses to disguise his red eyes, feared talking to people on the street and worried about encountering police. With age, he says, any drawbacks to the drug have disappeared.
“My eyes no longer turn red, I no longer get the munchies,” Day said. “The primary drawbacks to me now are legal.”
Siegel bucks the trend as someone who was well into her 50s before she tried pot for the first time. She can muster only one frustration with the drug.
“I never learned how to roll a joint,” she said. “It’s just a big nuisance. It’s much easier to fill a pipe.”
In other worlds, universes there are governments being overthrowen. Youth and old, the people are one. After years of being spied on and not given the right of choices. No travel, and listening to a rally of imposed travel restrictions to that or this country. In the lights of the space time universe. Planets will fight for the freedom of rights and freedom from bondage and will be like us in this universe.
"The president wants you to hold your breath until 2013"
Today, President Obama scrapped important smog limits aimed at preventing asthma in kids and lung damage in adults. According to the EPA, the standards the president overruled would have saved 12,000 lives, including many children’s.
Adding insult to injury, President Obama said asking corporations to act responsibly is too much of a ‘burden,’ even though studies show responsible environmental protections spur investment in clean technology and create jobs.
to my boyhood friend that is becoming a citizen of Canada. Three cheers to him and his husband They moved there for freedom of love. We grew up In Rochester N.Y
Boris Pasternak
After The Storm
youtube(Paul Robeson) - Arise
The air is full of after-thunder freshness,
And everything rejoices and revives.
With the whole outburst of its purple clusters
The lilac drinks the air of paradise.
The gutters overflow; the change of weather
Makes all you see appear alive and new.
Meanwhile the shades of sky are growing lighter,
Beyond the blackest cloud the height is blue.
An artist's hand, with mastery still greater
Wipes dirt and dust off objects in his path.
Reality and life, the past and present,
Emerge transformed out of his colour-bath.
The memory of over half a lifetime
Like swiftly passing thunder dies away.
The century is no more under wardship:
High time to let the future have its say.
It is not revolutions and upheavals
That clear the road to new and better days,
But revelations, lavishness and torments
Of someone's soul, inspired and ablaze.
read his poems, They will bound you to to heaven and god/
The book was to be banned, yet he wrote it.Nothing in the world mattered to him except those sheets of brown paper which a match could reduce to ahes.
Jean-Paul Sartre called it "the epic of masturbation".
Our Lady of the Flowers (excerpts)
by Jean Genet
But now I am afraid. The signs pursue me and I pursue them patiently. They are bent on destroying me. Didn't I see, on my way to court, seven sailors on the terrace of a cafe, questioning the stars through seven mugs of light beer as they sat around a table that perhaps turned; then, a messenger boy on a bicycle who was carrying a message from god to god, holding between his teeth, by the metal handle, a round, lighted lantern, the flame of which, as it reddened his face, also heated it? So pure a marvel that he was unaware of being a marvel. Circles and globes haunt me: oranges, Japanese billiard balls, Venetian lanterns, jugglers' hoops, the round ball of the goalkeeper who wears a jersey. I shall have to establish, to regulate, a whole internal astronomy.
• • •
I learned to paint them, too. The cell was full of them. The tables, shelves, and floor were covered with these tiny warriors, who were as hard and cold as corpses, whose number and inhuman smallness created for them a peculiar kind of soul. At night, I would kick them aside, lay out my straw mattress, and fall asleep in their midst. Like the inhabitants of Lilliput, they tied me down, and to get loose I offered Divine to the Archangel Gabriel.
During the day, the Negro and I would work in silence. However, I was sure that one day he would tell me his story. I don't like stories of that kind. Despite myself, I can't keep from thinking how often the narrator must have told it, and I feel as if it reaches me like a dress that has been handed down until...And besides, I have my own stories. Those which spring from my eyes. Prisons have their silent stories, and so do the guards, and even the lead soldiers, which are hollow. Hollow! The foot of one of the lead soldiers broke, and the stump revealed a hole. This certainty of their inner emptiness delighted and distressed me.
• • •
When he walked by, Darling was smoking, and a slit of abandon in the woman's hardness of soul chanced just then to be open, a slit that catches the hook cast by innocent looking objects. If one of your openings happens to be loosely fastened or a flap of your softness to be showing, you're done for.
It was a fall day near October and while we walk I could hear the other children singing and playing music. I said to my mother could I go to school? My mother said either shoes or school. I went to school. I think I had to go there by myself to get into school. Best years of my life at No 15 school. Rochester, NY.
Don't reject dislikes, don't attach to likes. Without dislikes, there wouldn't? be likes. Without likes, there wouldn't be dislikes. Interdependence
Karma is not doing a good act and in the future recieving some benefit. By helping someone else you are helping yourself because we are one.Your true self is not your ego. Your true self? is my true self, we are one, everything is one, in the sense that everything is independent. You need space to have matter, you need an inside to have an outside, you need up to have down etc, opposites are inseperable, yin and yang, so by helping someone else you're helping yourself. This is karma.
My High Society Finches had babies I have five of them all ready. they produce babies guickly. Lol.They sing so beautiful. Males sing. They all sleep together in bird house.Fiting in all five. Cute.
Society Finches are small, gentle, but very active birds. They have a variety of different colored plumage, including chocolate, cream, fawn, chestnut, and grey. These colors are accompanied by a patch of white. They are relatively easy-to-care-for and quiet, which makes them a good pet for first-time bird keepers and apartment dwellers. However, prospective owners should keep in mind that no pet is trouble-free or maintenance-free.
A Gay Nation what a wonderfull thought and dream. Gays in a pure land
“ They were ...gay, they learned little things that are things in being gay, ... they were quite regularly gay. ”
—Gertrude Stein, 1922
I am writing for myself and strangers. This is the only way that I can do it. Everybody is a real one to me, everybody is like some one else too to me. No one of them that I know can want to know it and so I write for myself and strangers.Gertrude Stein
"GAY" I still wonder what this means? It takes me out of the
human condition of suffering with human nature.I remember when gay was not in the language of our people.
July 16 1954 is my Birthday. I am 57.Reborn and getting older .Loving my lover of 20 years.Were not allow to have a marriage . Enduring rights lost. Were just not equal Americans. Were rural and far from the city. How to be gay bi in the country of streams and woods and montain ranges. The internet helps .And so soes Asheville which
weaves gay, bi, transgender and transformation and metrosexual men together in an exploration of spiritual aspects of male sexuality.
Not all my actions are in english, American. Worlds of words and music surround me. Hope you Enjoy.
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Our Government thought
“Vision without action is a daydream. Action without vision is a nightmare.”
Events are taking place that may make us like Greece.They take a way the space program and 14 million people out of work,I am so mad at both parties of our government. The crises is great. It will affect us in no uncertain terms.Pray for our country and endure. Helpout where you can! I am afraid of the future.This country of late is not the country I grew up with.Hate and mistrust of other people. Were at war with ourselves. And Congress and the President are a joke. And Europe is falling apart.
Growing some stars and moon melons. They were brought back to seed in the 1981. The melon disappeared in 1926. Were really popular before the were removed from the market.I have grown 15 plants in a pot with leaves growing .One leaf on them now. I have a rock pile in the back and I am going to get some planting soil and plants these melon plants on them. The vines should cover the rocks in a artful form ha. Never had any luck yet growing them every year. They don't need a lot water for growth. They need enough water ,when there is drought through.
My tomatoes Are in pots so they are not cooking in the soil wanting water, They need lots of water. Green plants are all round them. They are doing good thanks to the post and potting soil that I use. Have lots of other plants growing out side Putting all my house trees outside. There the cats can't eat them. The peaches are up for picking. No apples except for one. Frost kill the blooms.No bears so far, deer yes no bears.
Love yourself self and others. Seek compassion in loving acts clean up your karma.Look at the moon and the stars, blackholes and earth like planets. Wonder what you are and enjoy life. Give to others of yourself. Be open to the daylight and night .
Take in the entire big bang and where you are now! Time is a biology weapon. You are older and younger then you know or allow yourself to know. Time is a trick like seeing the past in the stars. Light is just getting here now and what you see happen long ago. Some time don't think of you but how you spin in the universe. Like a spider. makeing webs.What wonderful people we are. Release your self from you inner experiances of pain and hurt. You beat the beast well, let out the medians. We live in nine dimensions. So there is always another way of being . Seeing the universe
A volunteer group is creating a new map and online listing to call attention to gay-friendly businesses in downtown Asheville.
By charging a $25 annual fee for its business guild, which it's calling YES Asheville, the Blue Ridge Pride organization also hopes to raise a little cash for a new community center.
“I get a lot of calls at Blue Ridge Pride from people asking where the gay-friendly businesses are,” said Amy Huntsman, event chairwoman for Blue Ridge Pride.
“There's just not a good out-loud resource for that,” Huntsman said.
There are a number of gay-friendly business listings online, including the Carolina Purple Pages, but there's nothing easily available in print.
Huntsman said the annual fee for its guild, as well as advertising opportunities on the printed map, will help Blue Ridge Pride create a new community meeting space for the gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender community.
“Our dream is to create a cooperative,” Huntsman said. Creating a community will be the first step, she said.
The maps should be widely available at Blue Ridge Pride's annual festival, which is scheduled for Oct. 1 in Pack Square Park, Huntsman said.
The map and the online directory, available on the organization's website, will call attention to businesses such as Marc Edward & Co., a hair salon on Page Avenue.
Edward gave a straightforward “yes” when asked if a map would help his business, which already displays a well-known gay-friendly marker — a rainbow flag.
In practice one is taught to be thankful for all the feelings which give one the opportunity to develop.
The tonglen practice is a method for connecting with suffering —ours and that which is all around us— everywhere we go. It is a method for overcoming fear of suffering and for dissolving the tightness of our heart. Primarily it is a method for awakening the compassion that is inherent in all of us, no matter how cruel or cold we might seem
to be.
In order to have compassion for others, we have to have compassion for ourselves.
In particular, to care about other people who are fearful, angry, jealous, overpowered by addictions of all kinds, arrogant, proud, miserly, selfish, mean —you name it— to have compassion and to care for these people, means not to run from the pain of finding these things in ourselves. In fact, one's whole attitude toward pain can change. Instead of fending it off and hiding from it, one could open one's heart and allow oneself to feel that pain, feel it as something that will soften and purify us and make us far more loving and kind.
The tonglen practice is a method for connecting with suffering —ours and that which is all around us— everywhere we go. It is a method for overcoming fear of suffering and for dissolving the tightness of our heart. Primarily it is a method for awakening the compassion that is inherent in all of us, no matter how cruel or cold we might seem
to be.
We begin the practice by taking on the suffering of a person we know to be hurting and who we wish to help. For instance, if you know of a child who is being hurt, you breathe in the wish to take away all the pain and fear of that child. Then, as you breathe out, you send the child happiness, joy or whatever would relieve their pain. This is the core of the practice: breathing in other's pain so they can be well and have more space to relax and open, and breathing out, sending them relaxation or whatever you feel would bring them relief and happiness. However, we often cannot do this practice because we come face to face with our own fear, our own resistance, anger, or whatever our personal pain, our personal stuckness happens to be at that moment.
At that point you can change the focus and begin to do tonglen for what you are feeling and for millions of others just like you who at that very moment of time are feeling exactly the same stuckness and misery. Maybe you are able to name your pain. You recognize it clearly as terror or revulsion or anger or wanting to get revenge. So you breathe in for all the people who are caught with that same emotion and you send out relief or whatever opens up the space for yourself and all those countless others. Maybe you can't name what you're feeling. But you can feel it —a tightness in the stomach, a heavy darkness or whatever. Just contact what you are feeling and breathe in, take it in —for all of us and send out relief to all of us.
People often say that this practice goes against the grain of how we usually hold ourselves together. Truthfully, this practice does go against the grain of wanting things on our own terms, of wanting it to work out for ourselves no matter what happens to the others. The practice dissolves the armor of self-protection we've tried so hard to create around ourselves. In Buddhist language one would say that it dissolves the fixation and clinging of ego.
Tonglen reverses the usual logic of avoiding suffering and seeking pleasure and, in the process, we become liberated from a very ancient prison of selfishness. We begin to feel love both for ourselves and others and also we begin to take care of ourselves and others. It awakens our compassion and it also introduces us to a far larger view of reality. It introduces us to the unlimited spaciousness that Buddhists call shunyata. By doing the practice, we begin to connect with the open dimension of our being. At first we experience this as things not being such a big deal or so solid as they seemed before.
Tonglen can be done for those who are ill, those who are dying or have just died, or for those that are in pain of any kind. It can be done either as a formal meditation practice or right on the spot at any time. For example, if you are out walking and you see someone in pain —right on the spot you can begin to breathe in their pain and send some out some relief. Or, more likely, you might see someone in pain and look away because it brings up your fear or anger; it brings up your resistance and confusion.
So on the spot you can do tonglen for all the people who are just like you, for everyone who wishes to be compassionate but instead is afraid, for everyone who wishes to be brave but instead is a coward.
Rather than beating yourself up, use your own stuckness as a stepping stone to understanding what people are up against all over the world.
Breathe in for all of us and breathe out for all of us.
Use what seems like poison as medicine. Use your personal suffering as the path to compassion for all beings.
I was taught the "Giving teachings of Tung lin in 1984 in Anchorage Alaska In a tibetian temple which is now a Paost Office. Powerful. A little bit will do you ha. It got through 1985 and my lover with Aids. And living in Alaska during that dark time. It is with me daily in how I see feel touch the world in the pure land. " You are change in that you become more active in your physical duties. You undersatnd reading it;s golden meaning. you slow down and know your speed and moods/ You and your heart come in the simple place of no blame. You learn to sit in your own doing and going. You have tools to fight violence. Check out of your skin and mind cages and swim among the pools that take you in your birth, death and what it means to this beautiful world. Your important to me and make my universe. Spining on this little rock. Teach others and let them know there is something they can change in there despair. The breath exists. And so does states of the mind. Play with it and understand that you create actions and plays the endure for years. Stop and rest. Sit and find your beginner's empty mind. Fill your cup empty out the old tea.Just wait until something come a long the gives you compassion and enlightment here and now. Alway with you. Buddha nature.
How do you prove you're gay? Power laughs. "Everyone always asks that."
Not gay 24 hours. Human Rights in space. Will gay, bi ,straight people have sex in space. When will a baby be born in space. Can it happen?
Civil disobedience is not our problem. Our problem is civil obedience. Our problem is that numbers of people all over the world have obeyed the dictates of the leaders of their government and have gone to war, and millions have been killed because of this obedience… Our problem is that people are obedient all over the world in the face of poverty and starvation and stupidity, and war, and cruelty. Our problem is that people are obedient while the jails are full of petty thieves, and all the while the grand thieves are running the country. That’s our problem.
— Howard Zinn (via thatblckgrl)
Spread Sunshine
Somebody tried to steal my sunshine but I fought back with the most powerful weapon of all. Love. I know the devil when I see him.
Hate is bad for the fragile spirit within you. Spread love instead…much healthier.
I look at China growth this year and America's growth My mind takes off. Markets and people and workers. Were behind and we don't get it. Both parties got us in this mess. We owe China a lot of cash. No body is getting it. We're Fucked.
Every man carries within himself a world made up of all that he has seen and loved; and it is to this world that he returns, incessantly, though he may pass through and seem to inhabit a world quite foreign to it.
— François-René de Chateaubriand, Voyage en Italie, 1803
The first step to wisdom is to begin by questioning everything; only by doubting everything can we be sure of anything. The last step to wisdom is coming to peace with everything; when we fight to be free we must see things how they are, and not how we want them to be.
Boys sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks!
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun. Beautiful, also, are the souls of my people. -Langston Hughes
Now spring's reviving glance has freed
the ice from stream and river.
The valley turns green with joy of hope.
Old winter, growing impotent, crawls back
to the rough mountains; as he flees, he hurls
fitful gusts of icy-kerneled sleet
in streaks on the green meadows.
But the sun allows no whiteness;
growth and creation stir and strive
to cover everything with color. Goethe
It is absurd to have a hard and fast rule about what one should read and what one shouldn't. More than half of modern culture depends on what one shouldn't read.
Tell me what think of the new site. The other site went the way of prayer flags. Gone to the wire waves. What can I do to help out the women and men who come to this
"We don't know too much about men but we know the mystery is about the cock and balls playing and cudding up to each other"
Judson Laird
Site. Still free for lovers that won't put out. ha Everyone enjoy and I have shorten the site so it downloads a lot better. Thanks for coming here . LOL
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire
Absence
I have scarcely left you
When you go in me, crystalline,
Or trembling,
Or uneasy, wounded by me
Or overwhelmed with love, as
when your eyes
Close upon the gift of life
That without cease I give you.
My love,
We have found each other
Thirsty and we have
Drunk up all the water and the
Blood,
We found each other
Hungry
And we bit each other
As fire bites,
Leaving wounds in us.
But wait for me,
Keep for me your sweetness.
I will give you too
A rose.
Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.
If You Forget Me
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
I wish everyone would stop taking life so seriously.