sábado, marzo 21, 2009

Blackbird...




"Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.

Blackbird fly blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night."

¿Será que estamos condenados a padecer de los "malos" sentimientos?

¿Quién juzga que tan buena o mala es una persona?

¿Quién es mejor ser humano; el que oculta sus pensamientos y se cubre de "bondad" o el que se permite ser transparente aunque por su mente transiten los pecados?

lunes, marzo 02, 2009

NO-THING

"With folded hands, I beseech all the Buddhas who wish to pass away, to please remain for countless aeons and not to leave the world in darkness. My foes will become nothing. My friends will become nothing. I, too, will become nothing. Likewise, all will become...nothing.

Just like a dream experience, whatever things I enjoy will become a memory. Whatever is past will not be seen again.

I think I am a reflection, like the moon on water.
When you see me, and I try to be a good man, you see yourself."

Dalai Lama


La Foto: Dolores Hidalgo, Guanajuato. Tierra de Jose Alfredo Jiménez.


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