November 2009
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A few words from Siddhartha
Love yourself and be awake-
Today, tomorrow, always.
~Dhammapada
The whole world we travel with our thoughts,
Finding nowhere anyone as precious as one’s own self.
Since each and every person is so precious to themselves,
Let the self-respecting harm no other being.
~Samyutta Nikaya
Watchokay now to see what i was talking about in the previous vid.
June 2009
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“A friend is someone who sees through you and still enjoys the view.”
– Wilma Askinas (via kari-shma)
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“You can’t love someone for what they stand for or seem to be. You have to love...”
– Win a Date With Tad Hamilton (via filmquotes) (via quote-book) (via borgomani)
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It never ceases to frighten me when a man larger than me cries.
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Branded for Christ
yeahh:
seriously, check out the rest of www.ravenhill.org or www.ravenhill.org/mp3.htm
http://ravenhill.org/branded.htm
Branded for Christ By Leonard Ravenhill
In a certain sense, all men are strangers to one another. Even friends do not really know each other. To know a man, one must know all the influences of heredity and environment, as well as his countless moral choices that have...
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Waffle House, 2am
I’m not sure that everything I’ve done hasn’t been a lie, but
your unintelligible clamor speaks well of the lives of all men.
If I am honest, I will see possible futures for me and my children
in your toothless mouth. I sit next to a man who buys you breakfast
and the three of us silently watch our eyes turn red around the edges
as you eat without eating. How was the...
“Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination...”
– Einstein (via kari-shma)
“Hello, all. If you would, search for my poetry. I’d like you to read it.”
– Stamati Anagnostou
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“All man’s troubles come from not knowing how to sit still in one room.”
– ~Blaise Pascal, Pensées, 1670 (via smartard)
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Meditation in a Graveyard
This tree shades the graves,
tilted and quite reminders
of the end of our days.
Out of death’s circle,
branches stretch to give souls
new life. And it certainly is
for me, new life,
to see generosity
given to those in decay.
A selfless act bestows honor
to their stay in the world.
A whole life was lived, just to
give me this stone to sit on.
If God is kind to each marker here,
...
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Meditation in a Graveyard II
“God, speak to me…” I whispered.
From the calm a cool and pervasive wind
ran its fingers through the leaves.
And dead ones fell. I don’t want to go
home, as I pull for my stubble.
“Appreciation full grown is Love!
Don’t forget that, my son.
And be tenderhearted as I am,
with words as a bee outside the window
when you can only see it fly. Not bitter
...
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DesignMuseum: Ross Phillips- Head to Toe →
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Stamati Anagnostou- Bird
reconnoitre:
The Radio Dept., David
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There Were No Cornfields
Spokes divorce morning’s sullen air.
Cornfields converge in stop motion rows.
June’s early heat makes everything hotter
and falls giants alongside the road.