Thursday, November 8, 2012

'Count on me', Its trick



Lord Shantideva: "As there are those who jeer at you, why to get exhilarated; as there are those who praise you, why to get downcast." 

Similarly, as there are those who despise you, why to feel lovingly supported; as there are those who care for you unconditionally, why to feel aloof. 

In essence, the ethereal and ephemeral nature of mental or physical vibes doesn't count on how we perceive--they're just, on the one hand, as mundane as the tricks of the language (naming and expressions) play but, on the other hand, lie far beyond such ordinary perception, the reality of being ephemerally interdependent rather than being wholly independent as the tricks of our instinct hold an entity or any through naming. :)

Thursday, November 1, 2012

November 11


Thou art the sign much awaited—
The shaky feet to stand their own,
The sour joy to see yonder down,
But the stiff heart sorrow-twisted.

And it’s the case why ‘move’ on—
The cozy quilt disowned to flurries,
Physical buzzes, luring cherries,
Inner buzzes aloof, yonder eon.

The heavy heart paints a faint smile,
Prepared the upcoming petty messes.
Leaving muses to pre-emptive fusses,
How a mundane scrimmage to rile.

Thou art the month,
Again for this moth,

On the road so familiar,
To wade, to eddy, adrift, afar.