process:
in so doing do you see a man as he is, as a soul, as a person, or do you see
him as simple, culturally engrossed with the world around him.
can you forgive what you forgot?
can you love what you have not?
we will all falter and we will all forget, but forgiveness all ends with
the world of empty bliss.
so sing my little blue friend, push the trowel into the earth, forget the
first of time when i saw you, empty and smooth above the ruse, forget forget
the time we spent, cause time just stops, when you look here, so forget me
now, as does everyone and everything and know and know and know we all are
just these things, we all are just alive. ok?
my god what have we done, do we know where we are from?
we have kids but we are so scared of what came out. if we knew where they
hung out, we could gain some doubt amongst the world's of all we knew.
forget the internet, forget the nastiness, forget this invisible wall
between us and infect me with the beauty you know exists, forget the next
and forget my shit. all i am is all i is. so here we are and all we really
know are the things we show, you know? so my friends a doctor, see him, hes
beautiful, so take the pill, massage the cream, forget the dream, because
these things they seem so individual, i love these things, so sing and sing
and sing and sing.
no more pain for you, you shall feel the comfort of numb, for life is this,
life is nothing but feeling, until you realize that feeling is meaningless
and you can change it at any time, thus the realization that pain is nothing
more than a series of numbers, coefficients, and (what?) thoughts. So we all
know, we love but we dont even understand where this is from or what it
means.
"Rahula, practice loving kindness to overcome anger. Loving kindness has
the capacity to bring happiness to others without demanding anything in
return.
Practice compassion to overcome cruelty. Compassion has the capacity to
remove the suffering of others without expecting anything in return.
Practice sympathetic joy to overcome hatred. Sympathetic joy arises when
one rejoices over the happiness of others and wishes others well-being and
success.
Practice non-attachment to overcome prejudice. Non-attachment is the way of
looking at all things openly and equally. This is because that is. Myself
and others are not separate. Do not reject one thing only to chase after
another.
I call these the four immeasurables. Practice them and you will become a
refreshing source of vitality and happiness for others."
Now, just let the thing guide you, you'll feel the silver platter, you'll
understand the world, just forget the world, do not make it up.
who else but you and him I grin, when I see your mops, below the props we
leave we leave and see and see, the world we know, is small and throw the
life we love and love and love, in circles, squares, the life I've dared to
love someone who helps me see, that you and he are so beautiful and he,
makes limes so green, and you so lean, the world it seems, so small to me,
and you and you and you and you.
so we touched down now, we found, the ground, the mound, so round, we found,
the ground, tonight, we fight, the right the right the right, those pigs, we
swig, to them, they beat the life from me, i see so fucking bad, i love the
life ive been given, yet life is so ultimately swiven through black and
white and grey and blue, so glue yourself to me you sweet little girl, so
painful, sad, and gone and on and on and on.
thank you for your time madam, do you have time, to rhyme to rhyme, for the
cameras, say hello? say hello?
youve just watched, a moment in the life of victoria, so sore-i-ya. the
phrase is null, is void is killed.
one of the most spectacular asswhoopings on the west coast, oh ah oh ah oh
ah ahhhhhh. fuckin whores love the babies!
when things go wrong, remember as you pay the bills, i am here still, in
your window sill:
The definition of love in Buddhism is: wanting others to be happy.
This love is unconditional and it requires a lot of courage and acceptance
(including self-acceptance).
The "near enemy" of love, or a quality which appears similar, but is more an
opposite is: conditional love (selfish love, see also the page on
attachment).
The opposite is wanting others to be unhappy: anger, hatred.
A result which one needs to avoid is: attachment.
This definition means that 'love' in Buddhism refers to something quite
different from the ordinary term of love which is usually about attachment,
more or less successful relationships and sex; all of which are rarely
without self-interest. Instead, in Buddhism it refers to de-tachment and the
unselfish interest in others' welfare.
'Even offering three hundred bowls of food three times a day does not match
the spiritual merit gained in one moment of love.'
Nagarjuna
"If there is love, there is hope that one may have real families, real
brotherhood, real equanimity, real peace. If the love within your mind is
lost and you see other beings as enemies, then no matter how much knowledge
or education or material comfort you have, only suffering and confusion will
ensue"
His Holiness the Dalai Lama from 'The little book of Buddhism'
I took an IQ quiz, I received a 140, if this is sufficient, I am not sure,
if this is quite dericient, we will never know, so calm the waters inside
your mind and climb inside the time I find for you inside my life you know,
were we did go, that time, you know, the show, that one, the one where we
fell, in love, the tug, of tough emotional shrugs, away from me, seems
exactly where you left me see, I'm just the same as you once knew, as we did
do, forget the past, persue the fu, ture of my life, well yes you knew,
where we would end, and you begin, so now I move, to empty grooves, all by
myself, well you see through, I apologize five times, for mine, for ours,
for yours, and ours! Hold them all, for us for me. I wore a red jacket that
day, you wore blue, I was white, you placed your hand upon the wheel, you
steered and steered until we kneeled upon the life that we once knew, how
are you how are you?
I stole the bike, I stole the life.
love your time, forget the rhyme, for me for you, forget where we, once
knew, I was white trash and you were you, so lets see true, yeh you once
knew, where I saw you and you saw blue.
C-H-I-C-A-G-O
dRUgs and weapons amongst the cruise, fuckin shit my friend, its time to
give up you know??
you know you dont care, you know all it means is christmas ends and new
years begins, dice and dice they all cirlce round, the world youve found, so
what is it you sound?
the call of summer,
the whisper of winter,
forget me forget you,
these kings of bright red army green, you fly amongst the dicotomy of blue,
you pace against the ugly hues of life on the road, of business pleasure,
you weather weather within a sweater.
katie, my ladie, do you like gravy, I say maybe but my friend said, "baby,
you look so fine against the grainy (hue of my baby) forget the rainy (day)
we face against the wavy smell of the sea, yeh we gave up lazy." Thats what
he said, as I laid in bed, I died that night, while he said, " maybe, you
will last, get past this last, pain of her maybe, but baby, your ready."
the lyrics I cannot send, because they have been not been written, they are
within. the body I live in. but I miss you so and I wish I had never let you
go, because you are so lovely and so when you walked into my life, I
seriously almost barely died. if you were to kiss me, then you'd know what I
meant, you would know what has been spent, these years on you, its all been
perused, sometimes I think I wasted all my time on you, but I realize its
not true, because your everything thats true. the timing is wrong, yes
everything is gone, but what is wrong? what is wrong?
and you are holding me hostage with your beautiful love and eyes.
please dont forget me when im gone, you know? ou did the same for me, and i
love you so much for that, you'll see one day, when we both walk out from
the cold.
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