Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.
William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
31.3.12
29.3.12
all gone
This quality won't come again
Completely overwhelmed with nothing
Compare, acquire to the pain
Just tell them everything is perfect
We were already down on the floor
Completely overwhelmed with nothing
Compare, acquire to the pain
Just tell them everything is perfect
We were already down on the floor
OSI - For Nothing
Hope is the last thing that he needs
Hope is a candle that feeds
Off of the edge
And it needs almost nothing
Hope only got us so far
And the saddest thing is the wind
That blows your head
On the seeds of our Nothing
Hope is a candle that feeds
Off of the edge
And it needs almost nothing
Hope only got us so far
And the saddest thing is the wind
That blows your head
On the seeds of our Nothing
we will be ephemeral
Slowly recognize the scale
We will be ephemeral
We will be ephemeral
Fact isn't what you see
Not anymore , what it used to be ,
Fact isn't what you see
Not what it used to be
I'm flowing with black water
Into a loss of surgency
Into a loss of surgency
We will be ephemeral
We will be ephemeral
Fact isn't what you see
Not anymore , what it used to be ,
Fact isn't what you see
Not what it used to be
I'm flowing with black water
Into a loss of surgency
Into a loss of surgency
28.3.12
we are all everything at once
Once we understand that the integrity of our personal existences are completely dependent on the integrity of everything else in our world.
We have truly understood the meaning of unconditional love.
For love is extensionality and seeing everything as you
and you as everything can have no conditionalities, for in fact, we are all everything at once. (Peter Joseph, Zeitgeist Addendum)
27.3.12
but you catch yourself trying
Salt water rising
On a beautiful day
The flood only washing the wants away
Cool light in the sun
And you're still where you begun
Long have I waited here for nothing to come
The sequence of twisted turns
That can't be undone
But you catch yourself trying....
But you catch yourself trying....
But you catch yourself trying....
141354235252 пъти.
On a beautiful day
The flood only washing the wants away
Cool light in the sun
And you're still where you begun
Long have I waited here for nothing to come
The sequence of twisted turns
That can't be undone
But you catch yourself trying....
But you catch yourself trying....
But you catch yourself trying....
141354235252 пъти.
26.3.12
a glimpse of her grace
Oh, I swear
Saw her right out there
Caught a glimpse of her grace,
Slightly misplaced.
She’s around
Without audible sound
Covers the mood with a gloom,
She’s alone in the room.
Today time froze
And I will need a cause
To carry on on my own
The walls are melting
The walls are melting
The walls are melting
The walls are melting
Saw her right out there
Caught a glimpse of her grace,
Slightly misplaced.
She’s around
Without audible sound
Covers the mood with a gloom,
She’s alone in the room.
Today time froze
And I will need a cause
To carry on on my own
The walls are melting
The walls are melting
The walls are melting
The walls are melting
10 898 м. под водата
23.3.12
just a bad dream
Дара: Целуни ме и тогава решавай.
Не: (...)
Не... Не... НЕ. Тази вечер ще си легнеш, утре ще се събудиш и аз ще съм едно от лошите неща, които са ти се случвали.
(please put me to bed
and turn down the light)
fold down your hands
give me a sigh
put down your lies
lay down next to me
don't listen when I scream
bury your doubts and fall asleep
find out I was just a bad dream
let the bed sheet soak up my tears
and watch the only way out disappear
don't tell me why
kiss me goodbye
for neither ever nor never
goodbye
neither ever nor never
goodbye
17.3.12
My heart leaps up when I behold
MY heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began,
So is it now I am a man,
So be it when I shall grow old
Or let me die!
The child is father of the man:
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
- Wordsworth
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began,
So is it now I am a man,
So be it when I shall grow old
Or let me die!
The child is father of the man:
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
- Wordsworth
родос
- Хората, които все повтарят, че са добре сами, се самозалъгват, защото е естествено да искаш човек до себе си. Прекрасно е даже.
- Какво значи да искаш човек до себе си? За какво ти е той? А ти за какво си му? Живее се за мига. Тук е реката, скачай!
- Тук е Родос, скачай...
- Ами да, това като хората, дето мечтаят за България на Асеневци. Няма България на Асеневци, има България на Бойко Борисов, това е.
- Какво значи да искаш човек до себе си? За какво ти е той? А ти за какво си му? Живее се за мига. Тук е реката, скачай!
- Тук е Родос, скачай...
- Ами да, това като хората, дето мечтаят за България на Асеневци. Няма България на Асеневци, има България на Бойко Борисов, това е.
7
Творецът е 7.
Всеки е 7.
For I am the first and the last.
I am the honored one and the scorned one.
I am the whore and the holy one.
I am the wife and the virgin...
I am the barren one, and many are her sons...
I am the silence that is incomprehensible....
I am the utterance of my name.
WHY WE BELIEVE IN WHAT WE DO?
For I am knowledge and ignorance
I am shame and boldness
I am shameless; I am ashamed.
I am strength and I am fear.
I am war and peace.
Give heed to me.
I am the one who is disgraced and the great one.
WHY WE BELIEVE IN WHAT WE DO?
And they will find me there,
And they will find me there,
And they will find me there,
and they will live,
they'll not die again.
Всеки е 7.
For I am the first and the last.
I am the honored one and the scorned one.
I am the whore and the holy one.
I am the wife and the virgin...
I am the barren one, and many are her sons...
I am the silence that is incomprehensible....
I am the utterance of my name.
WHY WE BELIEVE IN WHAT WE DO?
For I am knowledge and ignorance
I am shame and boldness
I am shameless; I am ashamed.
I am strength and I am fear.
I am war and peace.
Give heed to me.
I am the one who is disgraced and the great one.
WHY WE BELIEVE IN WHAT WE DO?
And they will find me there,
And they will find me there,
And they will find me there,
and they will live,
they'll not die again.
14.3.12
13.3.12
heraclitus on sleep
"A person in (the) night kindles a light for himself, since his vision has been extinguished. In his sleep he touches that which is dead, though (himself) alive, when awake touches that which sleeps."
"Even sleepers are workers and collaborators on what goes on in the universe."
"Death is what we see waking. What we see in sleep is a dream."
“It is not appropriate to act and speak like men asleep.”
“Men forget where the way leads and what they meet with every day seems strange to them.We should not act and speak like men asleep.”
"Even sleepers are workers and collaborators on what goes on in the universe."
"Death is what we see waking. What we see in sleep is a dream."
“It is not appropriate to act and speak like men asleep.”
“Men forget where the way leads and what they meet with every day seems strange to them.We should not act and speak like men asleep.”
9.3.12
нищо
Няма нищо за приемане,
Нищо за отхвърляне,
Нищо за разтваряне!
Нищо за задържане,
нищо за оставяне,
нищо за разтваряне!
Това е истината.
Няма нищо за схващане,
Нищо за отърваване,
Нищо за разтваряне!
Това е цялата истина.
Няма нищо за прегръщане,
нищо за напускане,
нищо за разтваряне!
Свободен от привързване,
Свободен от желание,
Тих.
Макар такъв, аз съм Истинското Същество,
о, какво чудо!
Но в това Себе
няма нищо за постигане
и нищо за премахване.
Когато липсва този претенциозен малък аз,
тогава има свобода.
Аштавакра Гита, Сатялок, Индия
Нищо за отхвърляне,
Нищо за разтваряне!
Нищо за задържане,
нищо за оставяне,
нищо за разтваряне!
Това е истината.
Няма нищо за схващане,
Нищо за отърваване,
Нищо за разтваряне!
Това е цялата истина.
Няма нищо за прегръщане,
нищо за напускане,
нищо за разтваряне!
Свободен от привързване,
Свободен от желание,
Тих.
Макар такъв, аз съм Истинското Същество,
о, какво чудо!
Но в това Себе
няма нищо за постигане
и нищо за премахване.
Когато липсва този претенциозен малък аз,
тогава има свобода.
Аштавакра Гита, Сатялок, Индия
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