GIRL IN THE VIDEO, Wah!

she has sad eyes, the girl in the video
even though she smiles, you know she's seen more than she shows
she says to her drummer gimme rimshot
she says to her lover gimme all that you got
she's the girl in the video

they send her flowers, the girl in the video
even though she cries, you know she feels the love that they hold
she says to her lover, do you love me?
can you dry my tears and take this sadness from me
she's the girl in the video

she stands in the smoky lightshow
light, smoke and mirrors is all she's ever known
she stands without reverence
and plays with the audience
she's the girl in the video

everyone wants her to find love
the girl in the video
just because when she does find love
it's the kind that you find
when it heals and overflows.

I wish you all the Love!
yay!

Get this in your face and think...

Of the many earnest, and how earnest, people we may observe reading, attending lectures, studying and practicing disciplines, devoting their energies to the attainment of a liberation which is by definition unattainable, how many are not striving via the ego-concept which is itself the only barrier between what they think they are and that which they wish to become but always have been and always will be? - Why Lazurus Laughed by Wei Wu Wei...

Breath Me - SIA

Woke up, my mind humming.
I thought about the events of last week end, watching people around me.
Looking at them all saying the same thing and wanting the same things.
All scared and strangely enough growing appart because of this fear instead of getting closer looking for shelter.
They were all somehow saying, whatever the subject was:

Help, I have done it again
I have been here many times before
Hurt myself again today
And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

Ouch I have lost myself again
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,
Yeah I think that I might break
I've lost myself again and I feel unsafe

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
I'm needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

In tune, and singing...

Last time i posted a picture like this, i was alone and stable on two legs...
Well, I am now two and grounded one one.
Takes two to tango they say, well two makes also asanas much more fun!!!

lalalalalala....

sheath...

A wonderful painting is the result of the feeling in your fingers. If you have the feeling of the thickness of the ink in your brush, the painting is already there before you paint. When you dip your brush into the ink you already know the result of your drawing, or else you cannot paint. So before you do something, "being" is there, the result is there. Even though you look as if you were sitting quietly, all your activity, past and present, is included, and the result of your sitting is also already there.

thinking about people I interacted with lately...

And the only thought this brought was a quote from Wei Wu Wei:

'What's your trouble? Mistaken identity...'

This is real clear, and so true.

inter- dependancy / A new born

Ahhhhhh Paris,
Ahhhhhh the crispy morning breeze, the warmth of the espresso and the sound of the freshly baked chocolate croissant dipped in my cup.
That was my morning, that was awsome and that is my life.
I have spent an awsome evening sharing insights and stupidity, laughing and reflecting, and even if usually I do not bother about the past I have let my mind wander down memory lane.

We were talking, among other things, about 'the air I carry around' which was a consequence of this shiny armor i used to wear when i was so deep into believing i was a Knight who's duty was to slay the Princess' dragon. Any Dragon...

And i simply realized that not only the Princess needed a Knight, regardless of who was stuck in the armor (this part was clear to me for the longuest time), but also that the Knight was deeply needing a Princess in order not to face his own demons: regardless of who was really in the gawn.
This, somehow, wasn't so clear to me...

So i guess this is what happened to me last year when i have both dismantled the armor and walked away from the Princess. Not only have I enjoyed the sight of the rusty armor last night, but also I realized that the weight on my chest was gone: fresh air was FREELY rushing inside my lungs.

I am walking tall, and Reality is maybe unveiling sometimes: The glimpses of what I allow myself to sometimes see are making worth every seconds of what I have lived!

Yeah, I am free, alive and I have allowed myself tools to HEAL: but this is another story that I might tell later.

What matters is that any story couldn't have ever started without the end of this era of Chivalry.

The King is Dead, long live the King!

Time to sing something about the new born I guess!!!!!

watching my mind like an old wise man observes kids playing

and man, what an interesting thing to observe...

Turning my world upside down

You can't tell on the picture but I think i am happy...

A non-existent statue

I read this one evening and it struck me.
It might not be an eye opening to anyone, but i wish to keep this in my blog, for my reference later on at least...
It does summarize so well what happens and I would never have been able to even start typing something as good as that.

Here we go then:

Q: I once heard a Buddhist teacher say: “There is no thought in the mind of a Buddha.” How does that equate with the teaching of Dzogchen? There seems to be some contradiction here?

KD: It’s not really possible to comment on that without knowing the whole context of what was said. However . . . there is no attachment to thought in the Mind of a Buddha. There is also no conceptual limitation in the Mind of a Buddha . . . there are often problems with translation.

NR: Was this statement made in English?

Q: No, it was translated.

KD: So really we have no idea of what was actually said.

NR: You see . . . the idea that Mind without content is the conclusion of the path is almost like saying: ‘enlightenment is becoming a statue of a Buddha’.

KD: [laughs] Or the non-existent statue of a Buddha.

NR: There seems to be the notion among many people that: ‘The longer you sit in the thought-free state, the more enlightened you’ll become’.

KD: But when asked: ‘What process is at work in this empty-state which leads toward complete enlightenment?’ the answer is usually that: ‘Such things are ineffable and cannot be expressed in words’. It is true that words are limited and that enlightened experience is beyond concept – but if we are speaking of process, that can always be described by someone who experienced that process. Unless your practice continues into the process of integration – you stultify. You need to open yourself to flowing with whatever arises within the empty state we have discovered. Unless we are prepared to engage in that practice you will not evolve into full recognition of what you really are. Without this recognition, the general character of your life-experience will not change much – you will continue to experience unsatisfactoriness, frustration and turmoil.

—from the book Roaring Silence

PS: Get the latest Jack Johnson's album (Sleep through the Static)

Crying meditating...

Believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense. - Buddha

I still wonder why i cried during my last meditation session...

But regardless, I hope this little lines are making sense to whoever reads them.