the Buddha's head is in blue sky - ringed by clouds, or so it seems.
Tag Archives: Buddha
DAILY PHOTO: Sunset at Kandy Lake
Plays No Favorites [Haiku]
sunlight breaks into the forest -- not favoring the tranquil yogi.
Buddha Still [Haiku]
Buddha is still; the clouds wander... one crow caws
DAILY PHOTO: Buddha & Fountain, Ravangla
DAILY PHOTO: Seated Buddhas of Swayambhunath
Sun Wukong [Common Meter]
The Monkey King with magic staff outmatched monsters and gods, defying the Jade Emperor's edicts against all odds. He erased himself from out of The Book of Life and Death, and lived through the Crucible -- nearly holding his breath. Finally, the gods called Buddha, though some had their qualms, but the one thing Monkey couldn't do was leap from Buddha's palm.
Bamboo & the Buddha [Haiku]
nestled amid bamboo, a stone Buddha sits: stone-mind / bamboo-mind
Tree Nature [Haiku]
under the tree sits a potential Buddha; human mimics tree
Quotations Stumbled Upon [Recently]
To survive in this world you have to be many times a coward but at least once a hero.Adam Johnson, The Orphan Master’s son
The metaphysical assumptions upon which you want to build your life cannot be an inherited duty.Patrick levy, Sadhus
It is true that if there were no phenomena which were independent of all but a manageably small set of conditions, Physics would be impossible.Eugene wigner, the unreasonable effectiveness of mathematics in the natural sciences
I feel about literature what Grant did about war. He hated it. I hate literature. I’m not a literary West Pointer; I do not love a literary man as a literary man, as a minister of the pulpit loves other ministers because they are ministers: it is a means to an end, that is all there is to it.Walt whitman, as quoted in Yone Noguchi’s the spirit of japanese poetry
Know that all the sects in existence are a way to Hell.Nichiren, as quoted by yone Noguchi in the spirit of japanese poetry
It is so easy to convert others. It is so difficult to convert oneself.oscar wilde, the critic as artist
If you meet at a dinner a man who has spent his life in educating himself — a rare type in our time, I admit, but still one occasionally to be met with — you rise from the table richer, and conscious that a high ideal has for a moment touched and sanctified your days. But Oh! my dear Ernest, to sit next to a man who has spent his life trying to educate others! What a dreadful experience it is!Oscar wilde, tHE CRITIC AS ARTIST