"Everything has a beginning and has an ending. Make your peace with that and all will be well."
~ Buddha
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Lama Yeshe - Mind Training
If your spiritual practice and the demands of your everyday life are not in harmony, it means there's something wrong with the way you are practicing. Your practice should satisfy your dissatisfied mind while providing solutions to the problems of everyday life. If it doesn't, check carefully to see what you really understand about your religious practice.
Religion is not just some dry intellectual idea but rather your basic philosophy of life: you hear a teaching that makes sense to you, find through experience that it relates positively with your psychological makeup, get a real taste of it through practice, and adopt it as your spiritual path. That's the right way to enter the spiritual path.
When Buddha spoke about suffering, he wasn't referring simply to superficial problems like illness and injury, but to the fact that the dissatisfied nature of the mind itself is suffering. No matter how much of something you get, it never satisfies your desire for better or more. This unceasing desire is suffering; its nature is emotional frustration.
Be gentle first with yourself - if you wish to be gentle with others.
Religion is not just some dry intellectual idea but rather your basic philosophy of life: you hear a teaching that makes sense to you, find through experience that it relates positively with your psychological makeup, get a real taste of it through practice, and adopt it as your spiritual path. That's the right way to enter the spiritual path.
When Buddha spoke about suffering, he wasn't referring simply to superficial problems like illness and injury, but to the fact that the dissatisfied nature of the mind itself is suffering. No matter how much of something you get, it never satisfies your desire for better or more. This unceasing desire is suffering; its nature is emotional frustration.
Be gentle first with yourself - if you wish to be gentle with others.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Darkness Falls - MFW: Gucci AW 12
Wearing and Tearing
Then it grows like thunder
Until it bursts inside of you
Try to hold it steady
Wait until you're ready
Any second now will do
Throw the door wide open
Not a word is spoken
Anything that you want to do
And then you ask for medication
Who cares for medication
When you've worn away the cure
~ Led Zeppelin
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Video Games
Monday, February 13, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Lookbook: Ellery AW 12
icy blue coats and black leather chokers.
Source: russhmagazine
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
On Wisdom & Kindness
"If people offer their help or wisdom as you go through life, accept it gratefully. You can learn much from those who have gone before you. But never be afraid or hesitant to step off the accepted path and head off in your own direction, if your heart tells you that it's the right way for you. Always believe that you will ultimately succeed at whatever you do, and never forget the value of persistence, discipline, and determination. You are meant to be whatever you dream of becoming."
~ Edmund O'Neill
"At the end of life we will not be judged by how many diplomas we have received, how much money we have made, how many great things we have done. We will be judged by "I was hungry, and you gave me something to eat, I was naked and you clothed me. I was homeless, and you took me in." Hungry not only for bread - but hungry for love. Naked not only for clothing - but naked of human dignity and respect. Homeless not only for want of a home of bricks - but homeless because of rejection."
~ Mother Teresa
~ Edmund O'Neill
"At the end of life we will not be judged by how many diplomas we have received, how much money we have made, how many great things we have done. We will be judged by "I was hungry, and you gave me something to eat, I was naked and you clothed me. I was homeless, and you took me in." Hungry not only for bread - but hungry for love. Naked not only for clothing - but naked of human dignity and respect. Homeless not only for want of a home of bricks - but homeless because of rejection."
~ Mother Teresa
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Wasted Youth
Friday, February 3, 2012
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
On My Wall
I bought a piece of damaged art. Art so complex and abstract, with dark colours and rough textures, broken faces and trapped doors. What in past may have been naïve, has now become jaded, corrupted by ideas and devoured by hungry rage. The tunnel of fate has flushed this paintings’ nature, seduced the purity of its essence. A master piece has been molded. The price has gone up. The wall space needed for this work of art is massive, secure, and bullet proof. The nails will dig deep, this piece will sooner or later feel heavy.
But the pride of showing off this commitment is precious. It’s tempting and full of promise. A piece so desirable and unique, others wonder how it was hung so high. Like a crystal brick in the wall, so rare and contagious, persuasive and mysterious. Perhaps I fell in love with this foggy picture, I adjusted the lens of my perception - clarity now being a boring adventure.
So what stops me from taking this heavy, disturbing painting down? Do I fear the ladder, panic I will drop this estranged beauty on the ground? Maybe I enjoy viewing it from such a distance, I neglect what it really contains. I detach myself from its reality, only to live on in our own anxious dream. For what exists in this fantasy, is not eternally destructive, it’s illusory and… incredible.
I know the day will come. The day my walls wear thin. The nails will get rusty and break, the painting will slip and surrender, and I will catch it… only to realize how much smaller and light it really is. How beautifully innocent it has come to be. Colours will be vivid, broken faces turning into blameless smiles, and trapped doors now unlocked. With its temper diminished and bliss established, it will look vulnerable and foolish, not suitable for my passion craving mind. And I will take this small, uninteresting painting, and throw it away.
And look for a new damaged one to hang on my wall.
- MF
But the pride of showing off this commitment is precious. It’s tempting and full of promise. A piece so desirable and unique, others wonder how it was hung so high. Like a crystal brick in the wall, so rare and contagious, persuasive and mysterious. Perhaps I fell in love with this foggy picture, I adjusted the lens of my perception - clarity now being a boring adventure.
So what stops me from taking this heavy, disturbing painting down? Do I fear the ladder, panic I will drop this estranged beauty on the ground? Maybe I enjoy viewing it from such a distance, I neglect what it really contains. I detach myself from its reality, only to live on in our own anxious dream. For what exists in this fantasy, is not eternally destructive, it’s illusory and… incredible.
I know the day will come. The day my walls wear thin. The nails will get rusty and break, the painting will slip and surrender, and I will catch it… only to realize how much smaller and light it really is. How beautifully innocent it has come to be. Colours will be vivid, broken faces turning into blameless smiles, and trapped doors now unlocked. With its temper diminished and bliss established, it will look vulnerable and foolish, not suitable for my passion craving mind. And I will take this small, uninteresting painting, and throw it away.
And look for a new damaged one to hang on my wall.
- MF
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