Green Tara grants protection and relief from suffering. She promises assistance when called upon and is seen as the embodiment of active compassion. Her right hand bestows fearlessness while her left hand holds the utpala flower representing her knowledge of the three times. The open flower reveals the past, the closed the future and the just opening the present. OM represents Tara's awakened body, speech and mind. TARE means liberating from the sufferings of samsara, our aggregates being under the control of delusion and karma. TUTTARE means liberating from the 8 fears, the external and internal dangers and delusions (pride, ignorance, hatred, jealousy, greed, doubts, wrong and fanatical views). TURE means liberating from the ignorance of the absolute nature of the I and cessation of suffering. SOHA means "may the meaning of the mantra take root in my mind."
Milarepa's Song of Realization "In my youth I committed black deeds. In maturity I practised innocence. Now, released from both good and evil, I have destroyed the root of karmic action ... To say more than this would only cause weeping and laughter. What good would it do to tell you? I am an old man. Leave me in peace."
What is the above is from the below and the below is from the above, to perform the miracles of the one thing. And all things sprang from this essence, by adaptation, through a single projection. It ascends from earth into heaven and again it descends to the earth, and receives the power of higher and of lower things. The greatest power overcomes everything that is subtle and it penetrates all that is coarse. By this means you will acquire the glory of the whole world, and so you will drive away all shadows and blindness. And hence its wonderful adaptations, marvelous cojunctions and admirable effects may be brought about. Emerald Tablet - Hermes Trismegistus
I still believe in chasing dreams and placing bets. But i have learned that all you give is all you get, so give it all you got. I had my share, I drank my fill, and even though I’m satisfied I’m hungry still to see what’s down another road, beyond a hill and do it all again.
William Blake's The Marriage of Heaven and Hell contain "a sequence of paradoxical aphorisms that turns conventional morality on its head" of which the "Proverbs of Hell" are the most controversial. Prisons are built with stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of Religion. The pride of the peacock is the glory of God. The lust of the goat is the bounty of God. The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God. The nakedness of woman is the work of God. Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps. The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity too great for the eye of man.
The ancient Poets animated all sensible objects with Gods or Geniuses, calling them by the names and adorning them with the properties of woods, rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their enlarged & numerous senses couldperceive. And particularly they studied the genius of each city & country. placing it under its mental deity. Till a system was formed, which some took advantage of & enslav’d the vulgar by attempting to realise or abstract the mental deities from their objects; thus began Priesthood. Choosing forms of worship from Poetic tales. And at length they announced that the Gods had ordered such things. Thus men forgot that All deities reside in the human breast. William Blake ... the emergence of modern discourses of creativity, in which prophets are displaced by artists, truth by poiesis, tradition by innovation
For Martin Heidegger, everything has an essence, but that essence is concealed to humans. To access this essence, we must engage in "a painstaking effort to think through still more primally what was primally thought"; this is "not the absurd wish to revive what is past, but rather the sober readiness to be astounded before the coming of the dawn"; a moment of ecstasis when something moves away from its standing as one thing to become another: the blooming of the blossom, the coming-out of a butterfly from a cocoon, the plummeting of a waterfall when the snow begins to melt. "Truth" for Heidegger is a "revealing," the process of something giving or showing itself. By "taking part" in the process of coming-to-being and revealing that characterize the existence we can enter into a "free" relationship with the technology that is constantly making new incursions into our lives.
We must be judged and feel that we have made a difference, made a connection, and that we are responsible. But how can one look fondly at, or even expect an answer from a society that is shapeless, without an ideal, refusing any sort of responsibility, its only movement being from a season of mating to a season of grazing? In this field, an artist’s work is private and individualistic. How long can he or she survive this isolation, conversing only with the door and the four walls? This is a question, the answer to which lies in the capacity and forbearance of each individual artist. Those who grow silent, or have nothing more to say, had better keep their peace, otherwise their ability to cope with this frightful sewage becomes impossible and they find themselves abandoned and useless. The only way to survive is that one should reach such a state of detachment and maturity that he or she can become both a builder of and a mouthpiece for her world, both an observer and a judge.
Another Birth My entire soul is a murky verse reiterating you within itself Carrying you to the dawn of eternal burstings and blossomings In this verse, I sighed you, AH! In this verse, I grafted you to trees, water and fire
Cooperation emerges when the behavior of each individual depends on the decisions of the rest of the group: it’s a game where, from the start, you need to adjust to the actions of others. The result is a giant collective instrument that stimulates ownership of the new space, bringing together people of all ages and backgrounds, and creating a place for playing and hanging out. 21 Balançoires
John Neville Keynes
Broadly speaking, the general tendency of popular economics is towards rash generalization and fallacious arguments ...To this it must he added that the sharp distinctions drawn by opposing schools, and their narrow dogmatism have unnecessa...rily complicated the whole problem... The besetting fallacy of writers on economic method has been justly said to be the fallacy of exclusiveness. A single aspect or department of economic study is alone kept in view, and the method appropriate thereto aggrandized, while other methods, of equal importance in their proper place, are neglected or even explicitly rejected. Hence, the disputants on both sides, while rightly positive, are wrong negatively. Their criticisms on rejected methods are, moreover, too often based on misapprehension or misrepresentation. John Neville Keynes
Once you start to awaken... You are no longer willing to squander your essence on undertakings that do not nourish your true self; your patience grows thin with tired talk and dead language. You see through the rosters of expectation that promise you safety and the confirmations of your outer identity.
And when you finally come out of the illusion—Plato’s Cave of Images—you emerge into the sunlight, into the mystery of color and imagination. When you begin to sense that your imagination is the place where you are most divine, you feel called to clean out of your mind all the worn and shabby furniture of thought. You wish to refurbish yourself with the living imagination so that you can begin to see, so that your thoughts can become what Meister Eckhart calls "our inner senses." John O’Donohue
Bettye LaVette - Crazy There was something so pleasant about that place... even your emotions have an echo in so much space ..... but it wasn't because I didn't know enough.. I just knew too much...
Plato’s Cave - Behind a veil of familiar appearances!
Om bhur bhuva svaha, tat savitur varenyam, bhargo devasya dhimahi, dhiyo yo nah pracodayat. We meditate upon the divine reality, Who is the source of the physical, the astral and the heavenly spheres of existence.
Deep in the recesses of my heart hangs a picture of myself. God knows who painted it and when. It is hidden from my friends and from me too. But sometimes absentmindedly if I do manage to see it and compare it with my self then my heart shivers.
How do we express the timeless wisdom and our insights of an alive, awake life in all our relationships, with our intimate partner, with our children and with our colleagues at work? How does wakefulness turn into our daily practice and thus into our reality? A committed "Yes" to every moment to experience it in its fullness and the courage to make a creative contribution to life and work towards an awakened society. Sharing the Presence - Thomas Hübl
Michael Meade - Tales of Renewal in Times of Loss: on ways to mark the difficult passage from current conditions, when we face a critical choice between falling under the spell of collective anxieties and dire predictions, or assisting with the revitalization of the world to next era.
The Four Quartets - T. S. Eliot (an extended meditation on our existence within and without the flux of time and place, where our ultimate goal is “to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.” “life in time as a state of endless sequence in which every point is between two other points and the perpetual transit from one to the next is experienced as a terrible stasis”
The Four Quartets - T. S. Eliot
The Four Quartets - T. S. Eliot Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future And time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable. What might have been is an abstraction Remaining a perpetual possibility Only in a world of speculation. What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present. Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden. My words echo Thus, in your mind... human kind Cannot bear very much reality. Time past and time future What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present... To be conscious is not to be in time But only in time can the moment in the rose-garden, The moment in the arbour where the rain beat, The moment in the draughty church at smokefall Be remembered; involved with past and future. Only through time time is conquered...
Our Childhood passed too fast. When we were little kid we had such a big heart. Now that we are grown up we have such a small heart. I wish our heart remained as big as our childhood. I wish for conveying a message, we didn't need to talk. I wish instead of talking, it was enough to look into each other's eyes. I wish our heart was sketched in our face. Now even if we shout no one will hear it. It seems we are satisfied with our silence. A deep silence is better than an empty shouting. A silence that is understood with one person is better than a shout that no one will understand. A silence that is full of secret talks. A silence that talking about it will cause pain and not talking about it, entail thousands pain. Look at the world, when we were kids rain was coming down from the sky, now the rain comes from our eyes. When we were kids everybody could see our tears. Now we are grown up no one sees our inner tears. When we were kids we were crying in public, now that we are grownup, we cry in our little hide-out. When we were kids we loved every one 10 times. Ten was the biggest number we knew. Now we are grown up, we don't like some, we love some a little and we love some infinite. When we were kids, we didn't judge anyone; all human kinds were equal from our perspective. When we grow up our true or false judgments changes the amount of our love giving to the world. I wish we still love all humans 10 times, the same as our childhood. When we were kids when we were fighting with any one we would forget it in one hour, now that we are grown up, we don't forget our fight for years and we don't forgive and make out any more. When we were kids we could play with a thread for hours, but now 100 pieces of robes doesn't entertain us. When we were kids our biggest dream was having a small thing, now that we are grown up our smallest dream is having the biggest things. When we were kids we would reveal our heart with a small nagging. Now that we are grown up, we say our complaints in many languages and no one seems to understand. When we were kids in our games we always pretended that we are grown up. Now that we are grown up in our dreams we keep going back to our childhood. When we were kids we were kids. Now that we are grownup it seems we are not growing up and we are not that little lighthearted kid any more. We are lost our home. Let us be a child again. Shohreh Aghdashloo
What's your lowest price? Why don't you write a play – Why don't you cut your hair? Do you trim your toe-nails round or do you trim them square? Tell it to the papers, Tell it every day. But, en passant, may I ask why don't you write a play? What's your last religion? Have you got a creed? Do you dress in Jaeger-wool,Sackcloth, silk or tweed? Name the books that helped you on the path you've trod. Do you use a little g when you write of God? Do you hope to enter fame's immortal dome? Do you put the washing out or have it done at home? Have you any morals?Does your genius burn? Was you wife a what's its name? How much did she earn? Had your friend a secret sorrow, shame or vice – Have you promised not to tell. What's your lowest price? All the housemaid fancied.All the butler guessed. Tell it to the public press and we will do the rest. Why don't you write a play? The Press by Rudyard Kipling