Imagination and fiction make up more than three quarters of our real life.
(via signa)
from saturn rising
If I meet a hundred-year-old man and I have something to teach him, I will teach; if I meet an eight-year-old boy and he has something to teach me, I will learn.
Ghardaia, Algeria (from reclusland via: fuckyeahglobetrotters
The tremendous world I have inside my head, but how to free myself and free it without being torn to pieces. And a thousand times rather be torn to pieces than retain it in me or bury it. That, indeed, is why I am here, that is quite dear to me.
Ma Yuan, “Scholar by a Waterfall” ca.1200 (from artemisdreaming)
R.E.M., Fall On Me (from aperfectcommotion)
…Bleed the sky and tell the sky, fall on me…
(Source: mythologyofblue)
When wisdom has been completely and thoroughly achieved, then it has to relate with something. It has to relate with its own radiation, its own light. When light begins to shine, it reflects on things. That is how we know whether it is bright or dim. Therefore, when light is very brilliant, when it reflects on things properly and fully, we know that there is some kind of communication taking place. That communication is expressed by the intensity of that wisdom light shining through. That communication is traditionally known as buddha-activity or compassion.
Compassion is not so much feeling sorry for somebody, feeling that you are in a better place and somebody is in a worse place. Compassion is not having any hesitation to reflect your light on things. That reflection is an automatic and natural process, an organic process. Since light has no hesitation, no inhibition about reflecting on things, it does not discriminate whether to reflect on a pile of shit or on a pile of rock or on a pile of diamonds. It reflects on everything it faces. That nondiscriminating reflection is precisely the nature of the relationship between student and teacher. When the student is facing in the right direction, then the guru’s light is reflected on him. And when he is unreceptive, when he is full of dark corners, the teacher’s light is not fully reflected on him. That light does not particularly try to fight its way into dark corners.
The Vidyādhara, Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche (1939-1987), from the Rev. Danny Fisher
“At three, I wanted to be a cook. At five, I wanted to be Napoleon. My ambition has been growing ever since, and now my ambition is to become Salvador Dali, nothing else. It is, nevertheless, very difficult, because the closer I come to Salvador Dali, the farther away from me he goes.”
- Salvador Dali
Between our birth and death we may touch understanding,
As a moth brushes a window with its wing.
