in the memory of ,,,

Parting from you is a short time, the pain lasts for eternity.

Rest in peace.

m1 m2

This is a joke. It can't be happening. Perhaps I should look at it seriously. When m1 faded, m2 came into the picture. The haunting claws and demands of m1 have diminished. m1's time is over.

The power of m2 is taking hold of me.

I need it to give me a sense of security, identity and activity.

I don't quite know how to explain what I should do.

There is nothing I must do.

Just watch...

it is all there

One cannot presuppose the beginning of time or the universe because it is self-contradictory. When one says that the universe begins it implies that time already existed prior to the beginning of time. The whole operation of the universe amazes mankind. When one stares into the sky, witnesses the waxing and waning of the moon that calls the rising and falling of the tide, what is the force behind such a phenomenon – one asks. I am not sure if animals and inanimate objects feel the same. I guess maybe not because they don’t fall out of the natural flow of universal laws.

The faculty of mind which hosts the power of reasoning and imagination sets us apart from animals and plants. The irony is that the ability to reason and think pushes mankind away from the centre of the universe when animals and plants remain loyal and intact.

Since primordial times, man created stories and rituals to explain its relationship to the enigmatic universe. Man wondered why does the sun rise in the east and set in the west. How can trees that are immobile be self-sufficient while man who is free to roam has to struggle much more? A plant automatically faces the sun to absorb heat as if there is an unspoken law and hidden hand that pulls it towards that direction. You don’t see a plant turning away from the sun, from its source of nourishment. However, we see a man doing that. We see a man denying the very essence of life. We observe man going against and not endorsing life. Then everything becomes difficult. It is not just mere acceptance. It is not about saying, “I know I am like this and that.” It is seeing that the person who says “I know” and the doer is the one and same individual.

Life lives on life. This is a fact and it is something that we all have to accept. Vegetarians or not, we kill to survive.

darling...

Husband & Wife ... the difference

She is my idol.
I am her fan.

In the end, love is nothing.

He is a singer.
He is her man.

In the end, love is something.

I love candid shots! (Thanks, Jenny.) 

solitude

a fluffy toy-bear - sometimes i see you as one. someone i'd love to cuddle and protect. but the truth is you are a ferocious tiger, a strong bull and a witty mouse. you don't need me. i am only a meek lamb who fakes the tenacity of a lion, although nothing will ever stop me.

my fluffy bear, i am glad you are fine. i know you are not alone even if it seems that you are. the whole team is constantly behind you. i am far down the line. i should know where i stand. my archetypes are the fool and the hermit but passionate love won't grant me such allowance.

madness is keeping me sane.

insanity

there is no limit but only madness. and only with a dash of madness can one face changes without flinching. seriously speaking, if i am not mad no one else would do the work i do now.

cheers!

all or nothing

I pretend that you are really in my life. Perhaps you are but only in a limited way. I will see you tomorrow, a glance from a distance is enough to make my heart beat. I am still nervous as ever - speechless and dumb. You and only you can do this to me. I do everything I can to make you smile and this is all I want.

I will see you tomorrow - maybe it is only a glance from a distance. Because there will never be intimacy and I ask for none.

You believed there were not many types of love but to your surprise, you found a new kind. However, the one you found is not a single discovery. Here, I show you a love which you think do not exist.

爱的可能

你出现我身边像个奇迹发生
没想到会是你让我如此失魂
我心中的感觉是这样陌生
快乐的牵挂在相聚的每一分
曾以为我见过所有爱的可能
这一刻才明了我有多么天真
想给你全世界一刻我都不愿等
想要你的心却怕不能成真
因为你有你的人生
我有我的旅程
在前方还有等着你的人
你会哭会笑会爱会伤神
你会不会敲我的门
虽然你对我的认真
我也感动万分
你终究不是属于我的人
但记得在你孤单的时候
我会伸出双手
我会是你朋友 到永久

I don't know what will happen but I can't turn back now. Regardless of the consequences I will be true until the end.

reward

Questioner: "I have listened to you for many years and I have become quite good at watching my thoughts and being aware of every thing I do, but I have never touched the deep waters or experienced the transformation of which you speak. Why?"

Krishnamurti: I think it is fairly clear why none of us do experience something beyond the mere watching. There may be rare moments of an emotional state in which we see, as it were, the clarity of the sky between clouds, but I do not mean anything of that kind. All such experiences are temporary and have very little significance. The questioner wants to know why, after these many years of watching, he hasn't found the deep waters. Why should he find them? Do you understand? You think that by watching your own thoughts you are going to get a reward: if you do this, you will get that. You are really not watching at all, because your mind is concerned with gaining a reward. You think that by watching, by being aware, you will be more loving, you will suffer less, be less irritable, get something beyond; so your watching is a process of buying. With this coin you are buying that, which means that your watching is a process of choice; therefore it isn't watching, it isn't attention. To watch is to observe without choice, to see yourself as you are without any movement of desire to change, which is an extremely arduous thing to do; but that doesn't mean that you are going to remain in your present state. You do not know what will happen if you see yourself as you are without wishing to bring about a change in that which you see. Do you understand?

I am going to take an example and work it out, and you will see. Let us say I am violent, as most people are. Our whole culture is violent; but I won't enter into the anatomy of violence now, because that is not the problem we are considering. I am violent, and I realize that I am violent. What happens? My immediate response is that I must do something about it, is it not? I say I must become non-violent. That is what every religious teacher has told us for centuries: that if one is violent one must become non-violent. So I practise, I do all the ideological things. But now I see how absurd that is, because the entity who observes violence and wishes to change it into non-violence, is still violent. So I am concerned, not with the expression of that entity, but with the entity himself. You are following all this, I hope?

Now, what is that entity who says, `I must not be violent'? Is that entity different from the violence he has observed? Are they two different states? Do you understand, sirs, or is this too abstract? It is near the end of the talk and probably you are a bit tired. Surely, the violence and the entity who says, `I must change violence into non-violence', are both the same. To recognize that fact is to put an end to all conflict, is it not? There is no longer the conflict of trying to change, because I see that the very movement of the mind not to be violent is itself the outcome of violence.

So, the questioner wants to know why it is that he cannot go beyond all these superficial wrangles of the mind. For the simple reason that, consciously or unconsciously, the mind is always seeking something, and that very search brings violence, competition, the sense of utter dissatisfaction. It is only when the mind is completely still that there is a possibility of touching the deep waters.

6th public talk Ojai, 21st July 1955 from the booklet "Surely, Freedom From the Self is the True Function of Man"

don't ever stop

There was once a young aspiring writer in the 19th century, who had everything going against him. He had only attended school for four years and his father was in jail for unpaid debts.

He stuck labels on jars to earn a living and slept in a rat-infested warehouse in the slums of London. However, he persisted in his writing and would sneak out at night to post his manuscripts to editors so that no one would laugh at him.

His stories were repeatedly rejected and turned down. But one day, just one was finally accepted. The editor who accepted that manuscript praised the young man's writing.

That night, the young man walked the streets of London dazed... with tears rolling down his cheeks. His name was Charles Dickens.

the unspeakables

Pain, grief, sorrows and sadness are not words. They are feelings and feelings are not spoken; they are felt. How can one explain the hurt that comes together with love without falling into the shortness of language. And after a while there is the desire to go beyond words and to communicate in a different way. Perhaps there is another method. The fullness of love runs away never from grieve of parting, losing and distance. But when one loves hollistically, losing a loved one is the most fundamental term of life and it is there when one enters into a relationship of any kind. And to love this term and not reject it as evil, is to completely love. Then no words can fail because there is no need for words.

a familiar place

Have I been there before?
Was I there when great battles were fought over the Holy Land?
Did my blood soak the grounds as that of my brothers?

I don't belong here, at least some parts of me don't feel at home. No, this is not how I want to put it. Maybe, it knows. The one who is not physical sees the truth.

valour

Only a fool believes in chivalry and honour, but I shall be the fool.

drifitng

Flow with whatever may happen
and let your mind be free;
Stay centered by accepting whatever you are doing.
This is the ultimate.

-Chuang Tsu

Post II

After all, talking about things does not bring out the actual truth of the matter. What one can dwell upon is merely the surface of an endless tunnel.

temperance

The power of the mind is not limited by its physical casting. In this case, the human body acts as a hindrance because it creates a sense of solidity and immutable existance. Einstein's theory of relativity dissected all matter into energy. Thus that which is tangible is an illusion. The entire physical world is not real. Nonetheless, there are doubts that cross the faculty of logic which discard such thoughts. How can the "me" be not real? One can touch, taste, smell, see and hear effortlessly. Perhaps for those who do not step beyond the five senses, the world exists in a singular dimension; that which is real is what I deem to be.

For such persons, the mind is shut and so is the way. The body is not treated as a vessel, an organism like the flowers and the animals. Under such circumstances, the body is a sponge of pleasure; absorbing all that brings immense joy. If one uses the body only to evaluate, the mind lays dormant and wasted.

Sense pleasure and worldly esctasy are not wrong and sinful but indulgence and lust for bodily fun is. The uncontrollable urge to rule others and the importance of self-expression endorses the ego. This in turn prevents the mind from growing spiritually and morally. It is filled with tomorrows, plans, promotions, monies, competitions, etc.,etc. Progress is not wrong but placing uncurtailed credence in its ability to make everything better is evil.

Progress will not make the world a better place and change a person's attitude. Only a human can do that. It is the mind that forges glorious moments. And that moment is now.

Points

The thoughts are harnessed in tandem like horses before a carriage. When a stimulant arises the whip lands on the body, a whack and immediately a snort is heard from the nostrils; without further hessitation the carriage is pulled forward.

Look left, look right. (Thanks for taking the picture, Michelle!) 

something stupid

I know I stand in line
Until you think you have the time
To spend an evening with me
And if we go someplace to dance
I know that there's a chance
You won't be leaving with me

Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place
And have a drink or two
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying something stupid
Like I love you

I can see it in your eyes
That you despise the same old lines
You heard the night before
And though it's just a line to you
For me it's true
And never seemed so right before

I practice every day to find some clever lines to say
To make the meaning come through
But then I think I'll wait until the evening gets late
And I'm alone with you
The time is right
Your perfume fills my head
The stars get red
And oh the night's so blue
And then I go and spoil it all
By saying something stupid
Like I love you

I love you...

PS: This is exactly how I feel when I am with you. What can I do when all I know is I love you?

the greatest

all, everything that i understand, i understand only because i love.

- Leo Tolstoy

many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it.

- Song of Solomon

Always.