“If you are distressed by anything external, the pain is not due to the thing itself, but to your estimate of it; and this you have the power to revoke at any moment.”
― Meditations
― Meditations
“Solitary Swedish Houses"
A mix-max of black spruce
and smoking moonbeams.
Here’s the croft lying low
and not a sign of life.
Till the morning dew murmurs
and an old man opens
– with a shaky hand – his window
and lets out an owl.
Further off, the new building
stands steaming
with the laundry butterfly
fluttering at the corner
in the middle of a dying wood
where the mouldering reads
through spectacles of sap
the proceedings of the bark-drillers.
Summer with flaxen-haired rain
or one solitary thunder-cloud
above a barking dog.
The seed is kicking inside the earth.
Agitated voices, faces
fly in the telephone wires
on stunted rapid wings
across the moorland miles.
The house on an island in the river
brooding on its stony foundations.
Perpetual smoke – they’re burning
the forest’s secret papers.
The rain wheels in the sky.
The light coils in the river.
Houses on the slope supervise
the waterfall’s white oxen.
Autumn with a gang of starlings
holding dawn in check.
The people move stiffly
in the lamplight’s theatre.
Let them feel without alarm
the camouflaged wings
and God’s energy
coiled up in the dark.”
― Samlade dikter: 1954–1996
A mix-max of black spruce
and smoking moonbeams.
Here’s the croft lying low
and not a sign of life.
Till the morning dew murmurs
and an old man opens
– with a shaky hand – his window
and lets out an owl.
Further off, the new building
stands steaming
with the laundry butterfly
fluttering at the corner
in the middle of a dying wood
where the mouldering reads
through spectacles of sap
the proceedings of the bark-drillers.
Summer with flaxen-haired rain
or one solitary thunder-cloud
above a barking dog.
The seed is kicking inside the earth.
Agitated voices, faces
fly in the telephone wires
on stunted rapid wings
across the moorland miles.
The house on an island in the river
brooding on its stony foundations.
Perpetual smoke – they’re burning
the forest’s secret papers.
The rain wheels in the sky.
The light coils in the river.
Houses on the slope supervise
the waterfall’s white oxen.
Autumn with a gang of starlings
holding dawn in check.
The people move stiffly
in the lamplight’s theatre.
Let them feel without alarm
the camouflaged wings
and God’s energy
coiled up in the dark.”
― Samlade dikter: 1954–1996
“Practice giving things away, not just things you don't care about, but things you do like. Remember, it is not the size of a gift, it is its quality and the amount of mental attachment you overcome that count. So don't bankrupt yourself on a momentary positive impulse, only to regret it later. Give thought to giving. Give small things, carefully, and observe the mental processes going along with the act of releasing the little thing you liked. (53)
(Quote is actually Robert A F Thurman but Huston Smith, who only wrote the introduction to my edition, seems to be given full credit for this text.)”
― The Tibetan Book of the Dead, Liberation Through Understanding the Between
(Quote is actually Robert A F Thurman but Huston Smith, who only wrote the introduction to my edition, seems to be given full credit for this text.)”
― The Tibetan Book of the Dead, Liberation Through Understanding the Between
“A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home.”
― Words of Paradise: Selected Poems of Rumi
― Words of Paradise: Selected Poems of Rumi
“Real devotion is an unbroken receptivity to the truth. Real devotion is rooted in an awed and reverent gratitude, but one that is lucid, grounded, and intelligent.”
― The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying
― The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying
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