"I laugh when I hear that the fish in the water is thirsty"
-Kabir (1440-1518)

And it is true
that your cup is full.
And when you try to add to it
you make a mess.

9 year-old's magnum opus

realeyes that

Eyes don' see.
Nope.
They look.
You see.
You see?
Ears don' hear.
They listen.
You hear.
You hear me?
Fingers don' feel.
They touch.
You feel.
You feel that?
Noses don' smell so good.
Cause the don' smell.
They sniff.
You smell. (haha you smell!)
Do you smell what I am cooking here?
Can you taste it?
Im sure you can,
but your tounge cant.

In the same way
that a hammer cant hammer without a hand,
A mind cannot think without a thinker.
Therefore we can infer,
that the you that sees, hears, feels, smells, tastes, and thinks is
beyond
seeing, hearing, feeling, smelling, tasting, and thinking!

So going further,
in order to think, feel, smell, etc.
you first have to exist;
you have to be someone.
You have to have a vantage point (an "I am")
in order to say, "Okay I am the seer".

And along with this "I am" comes "I am not", which as it grows and becomes more complex forms what we call the personality, the person. (from Latin persona, mask).
"This is who I am, this is who I am not"

So even this "I" is a mask.

So then it must be asked:
What is That which wears the mask?

You!
∞

lessismorethanenough

When the Dalai Lama was asked
what surprised him most about humanity
he said,

“Man.

Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money.

Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health.

And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present;

the result being that he does not live in the present or the future;

he lives as if he is never going to die, and then dies having never really lived.”

be honest

Excerpts from Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;--
Turn wheresoe'er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

The rainbow comes and goes,
And lovely is the rose;
The moon doth with delight
Look round her when the heavens are bare;
Waters on a starry night
Are beautiful and fair;
The sunshine is a glorious birth;
But yet I know, where'er I go,
That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
...
What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.

-William Wordsworth

IT has been nice outside

which means this blog will probably be wholly ignored until next Winter. But there is a new blog in the works which will follow the implementation of a permaculture design for the farm where I now live (will post link when ready). Below are some pictures of recent work there.