Let there be great emnity and rivalry, but not not hatred between those who fight wars and those who fight for peace. But also let there be a great love between them and all others, as well, because we are all brothers and sisters. And, to quote Martin Luther King Jr., "We are innevitably our bother's keeper because we are our brother's brother."

Don't try to be perfect. We are broken and often disjointed beings. It is impossible to fill in and close the cracks ourselves; we are nothing. Look out to all things, to all of creation nad enter through the crags in your being to the greatness that is inside of you, flowing from all places.

My koan: "Nothing, I am nothing, I came from nothing, and I will go back to nothing." And everything just sort fo disappears.

<(._.)> Yoda says: "Luminous beings we are, not this weak matter."

Bruce Lee Sez: "Even though happiness is good for the body, sorrow is good for the soul."

Rumi: "Instead of being so caught up in everyone, be everyone."

A young boy went to a candy store. He made pleasant conversation with the old man working at the shop and the other boys there, too. He had no money, but enjoyed being there, anyway. When the shop keeper had his back turned, the boy tried to take a red vine. The other boys in the shop just turned away, not wantign to be blamed for his guilt. The shop keeper turned back and said, " I know what you are up to, you are obvious to me, leave, now, don;t come back, but don't worry about it." The boy left in tears, utterly ashamed and remorseful, he threw away his red vine and fell on his knees in an alley. He wept and prayed. Finally, he shrugged off his guilt, shame and anger, so that he could go home.... and became enlightened

First was nothing. Then pleausre and pain spiraled out from it. Then labor and calm spun from them. And from labor, life. And form calm, death. Originally, calm came from pleasure. But Labor came from pain.

Without pain, there is no labor worked, without labor worked, there is no life lived. If no life is lived, no life will die, no calm can be struck and no bliss will ever be reached. The pain will never end until you let it.

The potter makes the pot
The empty holds the soul

The clay is what we see
The empty holds what we want

The life that is does fills the pot
The empty does not empty be

The clay doth dry
The empty die

The pot is full
The clay is scraped

The clay, it cries
The soul asks why

The pot is not full of sadness
The pot is empty

Why lie
When we could weep?
Why try
When we could wish?
Why live
When we could dream?
Why want
When we could have?
Why work
When we could die?
Why be
When we could lie?

You are limited only by you ability to limit yourself. Unlock the prison of doubt and fear and remorse inside your soul and see the light brighter than ten thousand suns and shine it on all things, melting away the chanmbers than bind them similarly.

less platitudes, more substance...

How do you decide whether wisdom is of substance or mere platitude, rogue?

Surrendering Fear: It is not so much about being fearless, or incapable of experiencing fear, it is about constantly just surrendering any fear that grows. If you can't feel fear, you lose a lot of your humanity. But.... well, true power is tremendous capability along with utter deprivation of all the things that get in capability's way.

Passion and misery. Those are the things we get from living. Passion leads to dissillusionment, and thus, misery. But it doesn't have to be so, it is best to use misery as fuel for passion. You don't have to experience misery, but what would you have passion for, then? Passion in excess of normal human passion, but under control is true power.

I think it's really sad, disturbing, and kind of amusing that the Bible, the single most printed book for the past several hundred years, and probably the most quoted one is also almost completely misunderstood by its readers, both those that are its believers and those that despise it.

Islam, to submit one's whole being to the will of God. It would be absolutely simple if the mind and body were not so defiant. The mind wants nothign but to be close to and submit to God. Thus, some claim, we should kill off the body, so the midn will go with it and then the soul can love God unhindered. But it is submission of one's whole being to God's will. The soul is sheer akasha, nothingness, wihtout the body to experience for it and the mind to direct it.

Carl Sandberg was asked on his death bed what the most vile, most despicable word in the whole english language was. He said "Exclusivism."