archival.
the way woo way
There seem to be two kinds of searchers: those who seek to make their ego something other than it is, i.e. holy, happy, unselfish (as though you could make a fish unfish), and those who understand that all such attempts are just gesticulation and play-acting, that there is only one thing that can be done, which is to disidentify themselves with the ego, by realizing its unreality, and by becoming aware of their eternal identity with pure being. – Wei Wu Wei
of fridays and feelings
today is a brilliant, crisp, and wholly beauteous day. there is a slight chill in the air, indication of change and inclement weather. my neck tells me it will rain on sunday, for Rinpoche’s teaching. hrm.
chain jane’s ‘bodhisattva’
very likely the most beautiful image i have encountered. i found it (well, a very poorly reproduced version thereof) some months ago and had just about exhausted myself trying to find a high fidelity version of the original.
thoughts on managing everything… and nothing at all
it is said the tathagata makes use of all things, and to the unenlightened mind, such a one seems to be no different than any other. the more i think on that, and the more i think on the nature of mind, the more profound that seems to me.
on what is seen in faces
today’s thought — the true nature of another may be found in their face.
odd staggers and quantum leaps
the last month and a half have been something of a quantum leap here.
on regrets…
someone wrote about having regrets for their poor choices and mistakes in relation to others. they said they see themselves do these things, but somehow, can’t manage to regret it until much later. got me to thinking.
on self and using reactions as learning
this, a conversation carried from another place, had me speaking to another with regard to how i began to discover certain things of ‘self’ and ‘ego’ and ‘pride’ and how to recognize when they were impeding me.
cats that go splat are no fun
walking out the door, the cats are chasing one another. they run through the kitchen and i hear a decidedly un-cat-like noise. a splat. a splat as in the sound of racing paws striking water. not good.