February 24th, 2008
Today I am Unholy Mother of Buddha
I’m mixing eastern ideas today: Enlightenment with Yin Yang, Buddhist and
Taoist. Nothing Matters (which is another way of saying Everything Matters).
In the end, even the Sun and Moon will be gone. Everything is Nothing.
“If only I could vanish in darkness, and thick darkness would cover my face!”
Quotation from the Bible (Hebrew, Job 23:17)
February 24th, 2008 at 11:33 am
She should have disappeared at the end…becoming one with nothingness…
February 24th, 2008 at 2:18 pm
Thank you Seraphine for your comment…is this your blog? Very fun moves in the pictures above. I am worn out just looking! LOL!
Have a most wonderful weekend!
February 24th, 2008 at 2:56 pm
Oh, you expressed in two words the doubts I have with these New Age ideas and pseudo-religions! I think the core of Buddhism is not that, but it’s the same old song again: it’s way people deal with great worlds of mind, they too often simplify them and declare them to their and others’ Truth the way they perceive it. In Dutch we saÿ: don’t you break mu mouth open, otherwise this comment would be far too lengthy.
February 24th, 2008 at 6:04 pm
thats cool, i think that thats cool. I just don’t want you to kick my butt.
February 24th, 2008 at 10:20 pm
Hey, it’s good to have an open mind! I take in a little bit of every philosophy and create my own
February 25th, 2008 at 8:57 am
I would accept serenity, if something would offer me some.
March 3rd, 2008 at 1:39 pm
Chuang Tzu stood in the moving waters of a river, and watched as two
harried politicians rushed to meet him. They began a speech even before
they could breathe: “The President wants you to be his personal advisor
back in the United States of America.” Chuang Tzu looked at them and
said, “I’ve heard that in 2006, the Vice President shot his 78-year-old
advisor in the face with a shotgun. It reminds me of the story of the
ancient tortoise. A Chinese king had valued it so much that he killed it
to preserve its shell as a sacred token. Now let me ask you something:
what would the tortoise want? To be dead in a palace, or to be alive in
the mud?” The politicians replied, “It’d rather be alive in the mud.”
Chuang Tzu said, “Same with me! I’d rather be in the mud, but alive.”