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MoJoRiSin 10-31-2014 01:28 PM

i was planning to post this even before I remembered the quotation
at the bottom
ps Hello to everyone
xo Love, Mo



MoJoRiSin 11-01-2014 02:18 PM

Hypothetical post two unrelated things thread....
1. "Things may come to those who wait but only things left by those who hustle"
~ Abraham Lincoln
(more on this quotation later)


MoJoRiSin 11-02-2014 07:23 PM

Sunday night at the movies

(It's on netflix streaming)


MoJoRiSin 11-06-2014 08:01 PM

This is very much out of left field

for no particular reason
a sermon:


let me summarize:
"I very much believe in same sex love,
what I don't believe in is same sex sex"

This is also my view

or not
either is fine by me
:) :) :)

ps I don't ever use labels for people

MoJoRiSin 11-07-2014 05:30 PM

I backed myself in a corner with that one!
nowhere to go but to start a new story line:
(song in head: It's Only a Paper Moon)


MoJoRiSin 11-12-2014 01:33 PM

"The way to develop inner peace through meditation begins with the recognition that the destroyer of inner peace is not some external foe, but is within us. Therefore, the solution is within us too. However, that inner change does not take place immediately in the way that we switch on a light, but takes weeks, months and years."
~The Dalai Lama

MoJoRiSin 11-15-2014 02:41 PM

hypothetical post two unrelated things thread

ps why this came to mind
I have no idea

MoJoRiSin 11-17-2014 01:10 PM

so please stand by
well a few different ideas has passed through my consciousness
about what goes next and one was Martin Luther's last statement
before dying "we are beggars. this is true"
(in German) another thing i thought of was ..
...well now i can't remember
i bet it will come to me though

MoJoRiSin 11-18-2014 05:34 PM

hypothetical post two unrelated things thread
"I have told many times a beautiful poem of Rabindranath Tagore. The poet has been searching for God for millions of lives. He has seen him sometimes, far away, near a star, and he started moving that way, but by the time he reached that star, God has moved to some other place.

But he went on searching and searching — he was determined to find God’s home — and the surprise of surprises was, one day he actually reached a house where on the door was written: “God’s Home.”
You can understand his ecstasy, you can understand his joy. He runs up the steps, and just as he is going to knock on the door, suddenly his hand freezes. An idea arises in him: “If by chance this is really the home of God, then I am finished, my seeking is finished. I have become identified with my seeking, with my search. I don’t know anything else. If the door opens and I face God, I am finished — the search is over. Then what? Then there is an eternity of boredom — no excitement, no discovery, no new challenge, because there cannot be any challenge greater than God.”
He starts trembling with fear, takes his shoes off his feet, and descends back down the beautiful marble steps. He took the shoes off so that no noise was made, for his fear was that even a noise on the steps… God may open the door, although he has not knocked. And then he runs as fast as he has never run before. He used to think that he had been running after God as fast as he can, but today, suddenly, he finds energy which was never available to him before. He runs as he has never run, not looking back.
The poem ends, “I am still searching for God. I know his home, so I avoid it and search everywhere else. The excitement is great, the challenge is great, and in my search I continue, I continue to exist. God is a danger — I will be annihilated. But now I am not afraid even of God, because I know His home. So, leaving His home aside, I go on searching for him all around the universe. And deep down I know my search is not for God; my search is to nourish my ego.”
Osho – “Beyond Psychology”

Originally Posted by YsaPur EsChomuw (Post 415265)

MoJoRiSin 11-21-2014 06:11 PM

Friday afternoon dance pratty
:) :) :)

MoJoRiSin 11-24-2014 05:36 PM

I have spent hours
trying to figure out how to post the audio to this
without the visuals
my advice to you
therefore is:
close your eyes
and go inside :)


MoJoRiSin 12-01-2014 07:00 PM

hypothetical post two unrelated things thread
Lovers feel a certain burning in their hearts. A deep longing and desire to meet with the beloved creates that burning. To love God is bound to create a very great fire in you. You will be on fire because you have chosen as your love object something impossible. You will have to weep and cry, and you will have to pray, and you will have to fast, and your mind has to continuously repeat and remember the beloved.



MoJoRiSin 12-03-2014 08:53 PM

that's a hard rumor to get rid of! (especially when you said it yourself)

MoJoRiSin 12-12-2014 08:02 PM



ps Where the hell is Marcus Bales?
( our old poet in residence )

MoJoRiSin 12-22-2014 08:45 PM

hypothetical post two unrelated things thread

one of the comments states:it looks like the shape of a pit bull

there is room for only one

but for two
(to sit)
:) perfect

MoJoRiSin 12-31-2014 03:02 PM

hypothetical post two unrelated things thread
"just rendezvousing with this comet is an extraordinary thing, we are going to make discoveries that no one has imagined yet"




ps Happy New Year Everyone!
:) :) :)

MoJoRiSin 01-09-2015 07:37 PM

The wish within a human being is the most powerful energy that exists.

There is one thing that destroys anyone's ability to advance spiritually : the ability to control the mind and the emotions. In order to free the mechanism for spiritual growth, this control is the first step in beginning a spiritual life.

ps "Do you cheat on Words with Friends and use the dictionary? (It's triple word score!)"
~Honest Tea (FB entry) 01.09.2014

MoJoRiSin 01-14-2015 10:45 PM

hypothetical post two unrelated things thread

In the cycle of nature there is no such thing as victory or defeat: there is only movement.
~Paulo Coelho


MoJoRiSin 01-16-2015 11:06 PM

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[font="Courier New"][color="DimGray"][b]Voltaire
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
For other uses, see Voltaire (disambiguation). Voltaire Nicolas de Largillière, François-Marie Arouet dit Voltaire (vers 1724-1725) -001.jpg Portrait by Nicolas de Largillière Born François-Marie Arouet 21 November 1694 Paris, France Died 30 May 1778 (aged 83) Paris, France Pen name Voltaire Occupation Writer, philosopher, playwright Nationality French François-Marie Arouet (French: [fʁɑ̃.swa ma.ʁi aʁ.wɛ]; 21 November 1694 – 30 May 1778), known by his nom de plume Voltaire (/voʊlˈtɛər/;[1] French: [vɔl.tɛːʁ]), was a French Enlightenment writer, historian, and philosopher famous for his wit, his attacks on the established Catholic Church, and his advocacy of freedom of religion, freedom of expression, and separation of church and state. Voltaire was a versatile writer, producing works in almost every literary form, including plays, poems, novels, essays, and historical and scientific works. He wrote more than 20,000 letters and more than 2,000 books and pamphlets. He was an outspoken advocate, despite the risk this placed him in under the strict censorship laws of the time. As a satirical polemicist, he frequently made use of his works to criticize intolerance, religious dogma, and the French institutions of his day."
~ copy and pasted from ::
The End of the Holidays
by Mark Perlberg

We drop you at O’Hare with your young husband,
two slim figures under paradoxical signs:
United and Departures. The season’s perfect oxymoron.
Dawn is a rumor, the wind bites, but there are things
fathers still can do for daughters.
Off you go looking tired and New Wave
under the airport’s aquarium lights,
with your Coleman cooler and new, long coat,
something to wear to the office and to parties
where down jackets are not de rigeur.
Last week winter bared its teeth.
I think of summer and how the veins in a leaf
come together and divide
come together and divide.
That’s how it is with us now
as you fly west toward your thirties
I set my new cap at a nautical angle, shift
baggage I know I’ll carry with me always
to a nether hatch where it can do only small harm,
haul up fresh sail and point my craft
toward the punctual sunrise.
“The End of the Holidays” by Mark Perlburg, from The Impossible Toystore. © Louisiana State University Press, 2000. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)

MoJoRiSin 01-18-2015 03:54 PM

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"Leo Tolstoy, was a Russian novelist, short story writer, essayist, playwright and philosopher who primarily wrote novels and short stories. Tolstoy was a master of realistic fiction and is widely considered one of the greatest novelists of all time. He is best known for two long novels, War and Peace (1869) and Anna Karenina (1877). Tolstoy first achieved literary acclaim in his 20s with his semi-autobiographical trilogy of novels, Childhood, Boyhood, and Youth (1852–1856) and Sevastopol Sketches (1855), based on his experiences in the Crimean War. His fiction output also includes two additional novels, dozens of short stories, and several famous novellas, including The Death of Ivan Ilyich, Family Happiness, and Hadji Murad. In addition to novels and short stories, he also wrote plays and philosophical essays on Christianity, nonviolent resistance, art and pacifism."
copy and pasted from
"The first beds were really rooms within rooms. They had roofs from which hung heavy draperies like sleeping-car curtains. These air-tight folds surrounded the entire structure. The question of who was going to open the window did not exist in the good old days. This fabric sarcophagus occupied the centre of the great upper hall in every well-appointed castle. On the floor and benches surrounding it slept the court: ladies-and-gentlemen-in-waiting, pages, hautboys, halberdiers, friends of the family, serfs and serfants – anyone , in fact, who couldn’t find a better place."

Hopton, Ralph; Balliol, Anne (2014-09-09). Bed Manners: A Very British Guide to Boudoir Etiquette (Old House) (Kindle Locations 66-70). Osprey Publishing. Kindle Edition.

^ the book goes on to say that this horrible arrangement gave rise to it dawning on everyone they could join to a monastery and have their own
room with a bed of their own ;)

MoJoRiSin 01-20-2015 09:54 PM

hypothetical post two unrelated things thread
"As a parent you think of your children going to college, graduating, having a career, marriage, children. Maggie is the legal guardian for 30 children. She’s their mother. Who is going to marry a young woman who is responsible for 30 children? Her life is not going to be a normal typical life. On some level you go through a mourning process for that as a parent."
read the rest

The End of the Holidays
by Mark Perlberg

We drop you at O’Hare with your young husband,
two slim figures under paradoxical signs:
United and Departures. The season’s perfect oxymoron.
Dawn is a rumor, the wind bites, but there are things
fathers still can do for daughters.
Off you go looking tired and New Wave
under the airport’s aquarium lights,
with your Coleman cooler and new, long coat,
something to wear to the office and to parties
where down jackets are not de rigeur.
Last week winter bared its teeth.
I think of summer and how the veins in a leaf
come together and divide
come together and divide.
That’s how it is with us now
as you fly west toward your thirties
I set my new cap at a nautical angle, shift
baggage I know I’ll carry with me always
to a nether hatch where it can do only small harm,
haul up fresh sail and point my craft
toward the punctual sunrise.
“The End of the Holidays” by Mark Perlburg, from The Impossible Toystore. © Louisiana State University Press, 2000. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)

MoJoRiSin 01-31-2015 04:45 AM

gOD iS a fUNNY bASTARD!!!!!!!

MoJoRiSin 02-01-2015 06:40 AM

Dayl can you help design something for me?
it looks sort of like an L and it goes across and anyway it's like a three sided square that's connected by a pole to him 990° angle to the same exact thing as the three great site Heights where we used to try to balance on it remember in the living room front of the two green chairs song on repeat ...

MoJoRiSin 02-02-2015 11:08 AM

krishna das serenade (at the M0 ment)
Radhe Go Linda

i will find it for you
do not worry your

MoJoRiSin 02-02-2015 11:09 AM


MoJoRiSin 02-04-2015 06:58 PM

they SEEm to know what a "show" is
do their parents even have time to whatch 'em
NO too bus E stuck IN TRAFFIC
you know the movie
they one for England is almost more depressive its called

don't even bother
welcome to the brave new world
please do not fvvkk this up
if that would even be possible HA!

MoJoRiSin 02-05-2015 03:38 PM

hypothetical post 2 unrelated things thread



spend any free time listening carefully to Donovan

son: mommy what does same sex penetration mean?
my dream world
daughter: mommy is that even possible
think "jelly bean" "smarties"
think on this guy::

the one who whistles while he builds this:

you know what it is not a good thing to buy a human bean
HOWEVER what Mo really can't wrap her mind around
their family members SOLD them
who are these people? do they even enjoy playing image association, fiction project, the beautiful thread etc? it dawned on me::
the answer

MoJoRiSin 02-08-2015 01:08 PM

hypothetical post two unrelated things thread
1. https://41.media.tumblr.com/c5d42bf4...pl4ko1_500.jpg


"A female, therefore, should learn the Kama Shastra, or at least a part of it, by studying its practice from some confidential friend. She should study alone in private the sixty-four practices that form a part of the Kama Shastra. Her teacher should be one of the following persons, viz., the daughter of a nurse brought up with her and already married,[12] or a female friend who can be trusted in everything, or the sister of her mother (i.e., her aunt), or an old female servant, or a female beggar who may have formerly lived in the family, or her own sister, who can always be trusted.

The following are the arts to be studied, together with the Kama Sutra:—/
Playing on musical instruments.
Union of dancing, singing, and playing instrumental music.
Writing and drawing.
Arraying and adorning an idol with rice and flowers.
Spreading and arraying beds or couches of flowers, or flowers upon the ground.
Colouring the teeth, garments, hair, nails, and bodies, i.e., staining, dyeing, colouring and painting the same.
Fixing stained glass into a floor.
The art of making beds, and spreading out carpets and cushions for reclining.
Playing on musical glasses filled with water.
Storing and accumulating water in aqueducts, cisterns and reservoirs.
Picture making, trimming and decorating.
Stringing of rosaries, necklaces, garlands and wreaths.
Binding of turbans and chaplets, and making crests and top-knots of flowers.
Scenic representations. Stage playing.
Art of making ear ornaments.
Art of preparing perfumes and odours.
Proper disposition of jewels and decorations, and adornment in dress.
[24]Magic or sorcery.
Quickness of hand or manual skill.
Culinary art, i.e., cooking and cookery.
Making lemonades, sherbets, acidulated drinks, and spirituous extracts with proper flavour and colour.
Tailor's work and sewing.
Making parrots, flowers, tufts, tassels, bunches, bosses, knobs, &c., out of yarn or thread.
Solution of riddles, enigmas, covert speeches, verbal puzzles and enigmatical questions.
A game, which consisted in repeating verses, and as one person finished, another person had to commence at once, repeating another verse, beginning with the same letter with which the last speaker's verse ended, whoever failed to repeat was considered to have lost, and to be subject to pay a forfeit or stake of some kind.
The art of mimicry or imitation.
Reading, including chanting and intoning.
Study of sentences difficult to pronounce. It is played as a game chiefly by women and children, and consists of a difficult sentence being given, and when repeated quickly, the words are often transposed or badly pronounced.
Practice with sword, single stick, quarter staff, and bow and arrow.
Drawing inferences, reasoning or inferring.
Carpentry, or the work of a carpenter.
Architecture, or the art of building.
Knowledge about gold and silver coins, and jewels and gems.
Chemistry and mineralogy.
Colouring jewels, gems and beads.
Knowledge of mines and quarries.
Gardening; knowledge of treating the diseases of trees and plants, of nourishing them, and determining their ages.
Art of cock fighting, quail fighting and ram fighting.
Art of teaching parrots and starlings to speak.
Art of applying perfumed ointments to the body, and of dressing the hair with unguents and perfumes and braiding it.
The art of understanding writing in cypher, and the writing of words in a peculiar way.
[25]The art of speaking by changing the forms of words. It is of various kinds. Some speak by changing the beginning and end of words, others by adding unnecessary letters between every syllable of a word, and so on.
Knowledge of language and of the vernacular dialects.
Art of making flower carriages.
Art of framing mystical diagrams, of addressing spells and charms, and binding armlets.
Mental exercises, such as completing stanzas or verses on receiving a part of them; or supplying one, two or three lines when the remaining lines are given indiscriminately from different verses, so as to make the whole an entire verse with regard to its meaning; or arranging the words of a verse written irregularly by separating the vowels from the consonants, or leaving them out altogether; or putting into verse or prose sentences represented by signs or symbols. There are many other such exercises.
Composing poems.
Knowledge of dictionaries and vocabularies.
Knowledge of ways of changing and disguising the appearance of persons.
Knowledge of the art of changing the appearance of things, such as making cotton to appear as silk, coarse and common things to appear as fine and good.
Various ways of gambling.
Art of obtaining possession of the property of others by means of muntras or incantations.
Skill in youthful sports.
Knowledge of the rules of society, and of how to pay respects and compliments to others.
Knowledge of the art of war, of arms, of armies, &c.
Knowledge of gymnastics.
Art of knowing the character of a man from his features.
Knowledge of scanning or constructing verses.
Arithmetical recreations.
Making artificial flowers.
Making figures and images in clay.
A public woman, endowed with a good disposition, beauty and other winning qualities, and also versed in the above arts, obtains the name of a Ganika, or public woman of high quality,[26] and receives a seat of honour in an assemblage of men. She is, moreover, always respected by the king, and praised by learned men, and her favour being sought for by all, she becomes an object of universal regard. The daughter of a king too, as well as the daughter of a minister, being learned in the above arts, can make their husbands favourable to them, even though these may have thousands of other wives besides themselves. And in the same manner, if a wife becomes separated from her husband, and falls into distress, she can support herself easily, even in a foreign country, by means of her knowledge of these arts. Even the bare knowledge of them gives attractiveness to a woman, though the practice of them may be only possible or otherwise according to the circumstances of each case. A man who is versed in these arts, who is loquacious and acquainted with the arts of gallantry, gains very soon the hearts of women, even though he is only acquainted with them for a short time."
copy and pasted from
project gutenberg
~the kama sutra

MoJoRiSin 02-09-2015 07:07 PM

hypothetical post two unrelated things thread
this one is for Rosie


welcome to the fam dam ilee

MoJoRiSin 02-15-2015 12:52 PM

hypothetical post two unrelated things thread
v Who are the Beatles looking at in this picture? did none of them have siblings?

1. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Uk_6WWy0RA

2. http://img.thesun.co.uk/aidemitlum/a...N_1869110a.jpg

MoJoRiSin 03-11-2015 05:34 PM

Yeah, we all shine on like the moon and the stars and the sun ~John Lennon

international space station
this one's for you
(^see quotation above)

:) :) :)
thanks for "orion"
that name was not lost
one me
((way back when))

MoJoRiSin 03-13-2015 11:07 AM

hypothetical post two unrelated things thread
2. go here

and find the post from yesterday
(if there is more than one I do remember it starts
"My interest in aging.....")

"It’s astonishing to me that spending 35 or 40 minutes a day being quiet and aware of your breath
and making contact with yourself, feeling your heart and feeling its walls and breathing to dissolve those walls,
can fill you with such an extraordinary experience of delight."
~Swami Chetanananda

and that reminds me of this
once i had a patient that went to his 50th high school reunion
and when he returned I asked him how it went
and he said simply
"let me put it this way:
'you can certainly tell who works out and who doesn't'"
He himself worked out with a trainer twice a week but he went
with two others and that seems whey more motivating than
just by himself with a trainer
I ask him if his wife was one of those and he said
"are you kidding? of course not that would have onle been able to keep something like that going for a week or two."
and that made us both chuckle

MoJoRiSin 03-15-2015 10:16 AM

I woke up with this:
"nothing repeats"

MoJoRiSin 03-24-2015 07:40 PM

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being able to play wherever you damn well felt like it is important to being normal (looking back)

ps congratulations to completing your first black run
(you know who you are)

MoJoRiSin 03-30-2015 04:18 PM

hypothetical post two unrelated things thread

This is not one of my better post two unrelated things thingys rolleyes:
but there you have it...
I miss yo guys here
I think i know why everyone dropped out...
at any rate
here you go



MoJoRiSin 03-31-2015 01:07 PM

Paulo Coelho
3 hrs ·
Success does not come from having one’s work recognised by others. It is the fruit of the seed that you lovingly planted.
When harvest time arrives, you can say to yourself: ‘I succeeded.’
You succeeded in gaining respect for your work because you did not work only to survive, but to demonstrate your love for others.
You managed to finish what you began, even though you did not foresee all the traps along the way. And when your enthusiasm waned because of the difficulties you encountered, you reached for discipline.
And when discipline seemed about to disappear because you were tired, you used your moments of repose to think about what steps you needed to take in the future.
You were not paralysed by the defeats that are inevitable in the lives of those who take risks. You didn’t sit agonising over what you lost when you had an idea that didn’t work.
You didn’t stop when you experienced moments of glory, because you had not yet reached your goal.
And when you realised that you would have to ask for help, you did not feel humiliated. And when you learned that someone needed help, you showed them all that you had learned, without fearing that you might be revealing secrets or being used by others.
To him who knocks, the door will open.
He who asks will receive.
He who consoles knows that he will be consoled.
(taken from "Manuscript found in Accra", by Paulo Coelho)

MoJoRiSin 04-06-2015 10:44 PM

I love this one tomorrow i will add the unrelated thing
which keeps escaping me
ps my matchmaking thingy ( gig )
is for real
and on the horizon
there is no doubt

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MoJoRiSin 04-08-2015 12:35 AM

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Open Heart Extra - A Metaphor for Dying
Ram Dass - A Metaphor for Dying
A Metaphor for Dying
Posted June 6, 2012

Ram Dass on Changing Our Metaphor for Dying
I sit with a lot of people who are dying these days because I am very interested in seeing whether we can develop a metaphor for dying that isn’t quite as horrendous as the one we have going in the West. Because our metaphor for dying comes out of philosophical materialism where a person that is dying is surrounded by people who are saying “you got to be up and around tomorrow. Don’t talk nonsense about death.” Then they walk out into the corridor and say “she won’t last the night.” I mean, just total hypocrisy.

While you can’t kill anybody you can’t prolong life. You only know whether or not life is to go on or not when you are yourself not afraid of death. Otherwise your fear totally distorts your perception all the time and you just panic when somebody is near death. Recently Wavy Gravy called me up, he is a very beautiful guy. Wavy said there was a boy who was dying here in San Francisco, and asked if I would visit him. And I said sure, so I went over and visited with him. He was about 23 years old and he was dying of Hodgkin’s disease. It was last August. We met at Tom Wolf’s house, and I went over to the kid and I said to him “I hear your going to die soon.” He says “yeah.” I said “you want to talk about it?” He says “ok.” So we started to talk about dying. After a while he went to light a cigarette and I noticed that his hand was shaking, he was very thin and weak. And I suddenly got totally paranoid and I felt like, “gee what right have I got to be coming onto to him? After all, he’s the one that’s dying.” So I said “hey if I am coming onto you, you know, just tell me to go away. I don’t have to do this.” And he says “well, being with you is getting me nervous, but the reason is because as death is approaching I’ve been looking for the strength to die and you are the first person I’ve met who doesn’t seem to be afraid of dying. And that’s just what I am looking for.”

And I feel like a child in this scene, and I’m just so excited by it that I am shaking. He was giving me the license – he was giving me the license to be with him. And we went on being together for quite a while and then he died later on. And what I recognize now – there’s a woman that just died in New York last year, her name was Debbie Matheson – she’s a beautiful woman. She was in her forties, she had two children and she was married to an author by the name of Peter Matheson. She was connected with the Zen Center in New York City, and when she was dying she was put in Mount Sinai Hospital to die. So the Zen students all came to her room every night and meditated and they turned the room into a Zen temple. And what happened was the first night they did this the doctors, the three young residents came to visit her room making their rounds, which usually consists of pushing open the door with that kind of hearty hail good fellow well-met type, you know, “how we doing today? Did we eat well today? Let’s look at that chart.” You know, that type of thing. They walked in and they faced all these beings sitting like this with candles and incense and the room was darkened and it freaked them out completely. And the second night they came in a little more gently, and by the third they would open the door very quietly and come in and stand in awe for a little while and then go away.

There, right in the middle of Mount Sinai they redefined a whole new metaphor, a metaphor that can be created through the strength of mind because you can create your universe anywhere you are. Once you recognize that, a hospital is merely a collectivity of minds who share a certain model about what it is all about. And the problem is that this society is one where the medicine men are knowledgeable, but not wise. And with the recognition of that, we are now seeking wisdom–not just knowledge–in our healers. And wisdom has in it compassion. And compassion understands about life and death.

A doctor is committed by the Hippocratic Oath to save life, but she or he does not have to be attached to that. They merely do that in the same way a bus driver drives a bus. It is the emotional attachment that they have to it that comes out of their own fear of death that is the problem in medicine at this moment in the West. And hopefully within a few years we will have an 800 number telephone number like you do for getting a motel reservation where if you are going to die in the next few months you can call that number and somebody will come and hang out with you and provide help for you in defining a new metaphor for how you’re going to die. And we’ll have some cassette tapes that you can play when you are in pain that will help you figure out what the pain is about, and how to use it to become more conscious. Because it’s obvious that the way to die is to learn how to live, and the answer to dying is to be present at the moment.

Ram Dass
Berkley Community Theater, March 7th, 1973
copy and pasted from todays FB tofay

Fyodor Dostoevsky
14 hrs ·
“Where is it I've read that someone condemned to death says or thinks, an hour before his death, that if he had to live on some high rock, on such a narrow ledge that he'd only room to stand, and the ocean, everlasting darkness, everlasting solitude, everlasting tempest around him, if he had to remain standing on a square yard of space all his life, a thousand years, eternity, it were better to live so than to die at once. Only to live, to live and live! Life, whatever it may be!”
--from Crime and Punishment

30 Famous Writers On Death
Because you might be a king or a little street sweeper, but sooner or later you dance with the reaper.

Mark Twain
16 hrs ·
“I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it.”

Leo Tolstoy
16 hrs ·
"Man cannot possess anything as long as he fears death. But to him who does not fear it, everything belongs. If there was no suffering, man would not know his limits, would not know himself. ”
--from "War and Peace"

this is what is so hard for Christians
to admit that the Buddha was correct
but my advice to those
search your heart
give up the hate
if you find it
more Sesame Street
less judgement

MoJoRiSin 04-23-2015 10:18 PM

hypothetical post two unrelated things thread


.... just to get the ball rolling

MoJoRiSin 05-07-2015 08:24 PM

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Prayer to the Goddess For Forgiveness

Verses from the Devyapadhakshamapanastotram, by Adi Shankaracharya

"These are five out of the eight verses of "A Prayer To Beg Forgiveness From the Goddess," written by Adi Shankaracharya, one of the greatest yogis ever and a true realized being. The story behind the prayer is that Shankaracharya was traveling through the Himalayas on his way to a debate. In those days Shankaracharya was a believer in Non-Dualism, the doctrine of Absolute Monism. He did not believe in the reality of the Divine Mother (Shakti) and Her Creation which, according to his philosophy, was all Maya (illusion). Keep in mind that the word shakti also means 'power' or 'energy.' Shankaracharya was climbing up a steep hill when he suddenly became very ill with dysentary. He had to lie down and finally he passed out. He was awakened by the feeling of water on his face. Opening his eyes, Shankaracharya saw a very beautiful young girl smiling at him and sprinkling him with water. He passed out again. He was awakened by the girl and once more he passed out. The third time he awoke, the girl leaned over to him and asked in a sweet childlike voice,"Maharaj, what is wrong with you?"

Shankaracharya replied in voice weakened by pain, "I have no shakti."
On hearing this the girl leaned close to him again and said, "Oh? But you don't believe in Shakti!" And laughing, she changed right before his eyes into the form of the Goddess called Bhawani, the Mother of the World, and disappeared! He was completely healed, and from the depths of his heart he composed this prayer. Afterwards he composed many of the most beautiful prayers to the Goddess.
I learned this from Shri K. C. Tewari and his sons, Sharad and Nirmal.

1. Na mantram no yantram tadapi cha na jaane stuti maho
Na chaawaanam dhyaanam tapi cha na jaane stuti kataha
Na jaane mudraaste tadapi cha na jaane wilapanam
Param jaane maatastwa danusharanam klesha haranam

I don't know how to recite Your mantra, how to worship You with yantra,
Nor do I know how to welcome you or meditate upon you.
I don't know how to pray to you or how to do Your mudra.
Nor do I know how to open my heart to you and tell you of my suffering.
But this I know, Oh MA!
That to take refuge in you will destroy all my sorrow.

2. Widheragyaa nena dravina virahe naa lasatayaa
Vidheyaa shakya twaa tawa charana yoryaa chyuti rabhoot
Tadetat kshantavyam janani sakalo dhaa rini shiwe
Kuputro jaayetaa kwachidapi kumaataa na bhawati

Because of my ignorance, poverty and sloth,
I have not been able to worship Your feet.
But Oh Mother! gracious Deliverer of all,
All this should be forgiven,
For a bad son may sometimes be born,
But a bad mother, never...

3. Pritivyaam putraaste janani bahawa santi saralaah
Param tesham madhye virala tara loham tawa sutah
Madheeyo yam tyaagah samuchitamidam no tawa shiwe
Kuputro jaayeta kwachidapi kumaataa na bhawati

Oh MA! You have so many worthy sons on earth
But I am a worthless,
Yet it isn't right that You should abandon me
For a bad son may sometimes be born in this world
But a bad mother, never...
4. Jaggan maatar maata stawa charana sewa na rachitaa
Na waa datam dewi dravina mapi bhooya stawa mayaa
Tatapi twam sneham mayi niroopamam yatpra kurushe
Kuputro jaayeta kwachi dapi kumaataa na bhawati

Oh Ma! Mother of the World.
I have not worshipped Your feet
Nor have I given wealth to You
Yet the love and affection You bestow on me is without compare.
For a bad son may sometimes be born in this world,
But a bad mother, never...

5. Na mokshasya kanksha bhawa wibhawa waancha pichana me
Na wigyaanaa peksha shashi mukhi sukhechaa pi na poonah
Atastwaam sanyaache janani jananam yaatu mama wai
Mridaanee Rudraanee Shiwaa Shiwaa Bhawaanee ti japatah

I have no desire for liberation
Nor do I desire wealth or knowledge.
Oh Moon-Faced One! I don't even wish to be happy.
But I beg only this of You,
That my whole life may pass in the singing of these words:
Mridaani, Rudraani, Shivaa, Shivaa, Bhavaani."
[Names of the Goddess]

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