Call it pessimism or maybe not...
There is no greater sorrow
Than to be mindful of the happy time
In misery.
- Dante
Akshay's
He who learns must suffer. In our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.
Monday, January 17, 2005
About Me
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- Name:Akshay Raizada
- Location:North Carolina, United States
....yet to come!
Previous Posts
- Rocker's thoughts..
- Move on
- Free yourself of these chains
- Art
- Thoughtful
- A lie
- Equal portion
- Look inside
- Lao Zi
- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
My notes
Everything Converges in Your Being
Just sit under a tree. The breeze is blowing and the leaves of the tree are rustling. The wind touches you, it moves around you, it passes. But don’t allow it just to pass you; allow it to move within you and pass through you. Just close your eyes, and as it is passing through the tree and there is a rustling of the leaves, feel that you are also like a tree, open, and the wind is blowing through you ― not by your side but right through you.
The rustling of the tree will enter in you, and you will feel that from every pore of your body the air is passing. It is really passing through you. It is not only imagination, it is a fact ― you have forgotten. You are not only breathing through the nose, you are breathing through the whole body ― from every pore of it, from millions of pores. If you are allowed to breathe through your nose, but all the pores of your body are closed, painted, you will die within three hours. You cannot be alive just by breathing through the nose. Every cell of your body is a living organism, and every cell is breathing. The air is really passing through you, but you have lost the contact. So sit under a tree and feel.
In the beginning it will look like imagination, but soon it will turn into a reality. It is a reality ― that the air is passing through you. Then sit under a rising sun, and not only feel that the rays of the sun are touching you, but that they are entering you and passing through you, so you become vulnerable, you begin to feel open.
The ego is the barrier. When you feel you are, you are so much that nothing can enter in you. You are filled with your own self. When you are not, then everything can pass through you. You have become so vast that even the divine can pass through you. The whole existence is now ready to pass through you, because you are ready. So the whole art of religion is how not to be, how to dissolve, how to surrender, how to become an open space.
Osho: Excerpted from The Book of Secrets
Pandora is given several traits from the different gods: Hephaestus molds her out of clay and gives her form ; Aphrodite gives her beauty; and Apollo gives her musical talent, and a gift for healing. Hermes then gives Pandora a box and tells her never to open it.Until then, mankind lived a life in a paradise without a worry in the world. Epimetheus told Pandora never to open the box from Zeus. However, one day, Pandora's curiosity gets the better of her and she opens it anyway releasing all the misfortunes of mankind (plague, sorrow, poverty, crime, etc.) She only shut it in time to keep one thing in the box: hope. So the world is extremely bleak for some unspecified interval, until Pandora "chances" to revisit the box again, at which point Hope then flutters out. Thus mankind always has hope in times of evil.-
E-Bow the Letter
Fields of poppies, little pearls
All the boys and all the girls sweet-toothed
Each and every one a little scaryI wore it like a badge of teenage film stars
Hash bars, cherry mash and tinfoil tiaras
Dreaming of Maria Callas
Whoever she is
This fame thing, I don't get it
I wrap my hand in plastic to try to look through it
Maybelline eyes and girl-as-boy moves
I can take you far
This star thing, I don't get itWill you live to 83?
Will you ever welcome me?
Will you show me something that nobody else has seen?
Smoke it, drink
Here comes the flood
Anything to thin the blood
These corrosives do their magic slowly and sweet
Phone, eat it, drink
Just another chink
Cuts and dents, they catch the light
Aluminum, the weakest linkI don't want to disappoint you
I'm not here to anoint you
I would lick your feet
But is that the sickest move?
I wear my own crown and sadness and sorrow
And who'd have thought tomorrow could be so strange?
My lossLook up, what do you see?
All of you and all of me Fluorescent and starry
Some of them, they surprise
I can't look it in the eyes Seconal, Spanish fly, absinthe, kerosene
Cherry-flavored neck and collar
I can smell the sorrow on your breath
The sweat, the victory and sorrow
The smell of fear, I got it.Aluminum, tastes like fear
Adrenaline, it pulls us near
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