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Zaterdag 16 juni 2012

Zie je ik hou van je

Zie je ik hou van je,
ik vin je zo lief en zo licht -
je ogen zijn zo vol licht,
ik hou van je, ik hou van je.

En je neus en je mond en je haar
en je ogen en je hals waar
je kraagje zit en je oor
met je haar er voor.

Zie je ik wou zo graag zijn
jou, maar het kan niet zijn,
het licht is om je, je bent
nu toch wat je eenmaal bent.

O ja, ik hou van je,
ik hou zo vrees'lijk van je,
ik wou het helemaal zeggen -
Maar ik kan het toch niet zeggen.


Herman Gorter (1864-1927)

Uit: Verzen
Uitgever: W. Versluys, Amsterdam 1890, 4e dr. 1916
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Woensdag 28 december 2011

pema chodron


the key is: to be here,
fully connected with the moment,
paying attention to the details of ordinary life

by taking care of ordinary things -
our pots and pans, our clothing, our teeth -
we rejoice in them

when we scrub a vegetable or brush our hair,
we are expressing appreciation:
friendship toward ourselves and
toward the living quality that is found in everything.
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Donderdag 15 december 2011

rainer maria rilke

What is necessary, after all, is only this: solitude, vast inner solitude.

To walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours - that is what you must be able to attain. To be solitary as you were when you were a child, when the grownups walked around involved with matters that seemed large and important because they looked so busy and because you didn't understand a thing about what they were doing.

And when you realize that their activities are shabby, that their vocations are petrified and no longer connected with life, why not then continue to look upon it all as a child would, as if you were looking at something unfamiliar, out of the depths of your own world, from the vastness of your own solitude, which is itself work and status and vocation?

Why should you want to give up a child's wise not-understanding in exchange for defensiveness and scorn, since not understanding is, after all, a way of being alone, whereas defensiveness and scorn are a participation in precisely what, by these means, you want to separate yourself from.

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Woensdag 14 december 2011

There are no problems. There is nothing wrong. Everything is unfolding as it should. Everything happens in its own time.
Space and time are illusions. They really do not exist. They're stationary. Causation does not exist either. No thing has a cause, therefore no thing has an effect. Cause and effects are again products of your own mind. When the mind is quiet, karma ceases. Samscaras are non-existent. There never was a cause for anything.
But if you feel that in a previous life you did something wrong and now your paying the price, or if you think that you did something wrong in this life and you're paying the price, then you'll pay the price, because that's what you think.
There is virtually no price to pay, because nothing ever happened. If it appears to have happened to you then you have to go through the consequences of having the effect return, or karma will come back to you, because that's what you feel, that's what you believe. It's all in your feelings and your belief system.

But if you feel as if you're born at every moment, every moment becomes brand new. Where is the effect? There is no time for any effect. There is no space in which to have the effect. space and time and causation become one, the present moment.
And if you feel like that then you can look into the future, which doesn't exist, and see what's happening.
It all has to do with your mind.
As long as you feel situations you know it's your mind that's doing it.
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Donderdag 17 november 2011

—The Sakyong, Jampal Trinley Dradül

A Reflection on the Vidyadhara

As part of my own contemplation on basic goodness, I reflected on my father’s life. He experienced the loss of his culture, the destruction
of his home, and the knowledge that his friends and family were being tortured.

One of the most brilliant minds of his generation—the last to be fully trained in Tibet—he became a refugee in places where nobody understood who he was or what he knew. Of all people, he had the right to say, I have been given this transmission of basic goodness, and I’m beginning to doubt it. People are not good.

Instead, he showed us basic goodness and urged us to create enlightened society.
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Maandag 15 augustus 2011

sutrayana july 2011

open like the sky, you fascinate a curious mind
open like the sky, you give rise to everything
polarities can play their extremes,
   yet you remain unaltered

you are empty,
   yet contain all
you are now,
   no future

open like the sky i can dance with joy,
   yet feel alone
open like the sky, unconditionally
   you accept everything

with that confidence i walk this path.

my contemplation on absolute bodhicitta

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Woensdag 3 augustus 2011

if ever the world sees a time
when women shall come together
purely and simply for the benefit of mankind,
it will be a power such as the world has never known

matthew arnold, 19th century philosopher
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Dinsdag 28 juni 2011

upaya graduation weekend contemplative psychologie

man muss den dingen
die eigene, stille, 
ungestörte entwicklung lassen, 
die tief von innen kommt, 
und durch nichts gedrängt
oder beschleunigt werden kann;
alles ist austragen -
und dann
gebären...

reifen wie der baum, der seine säfte nicht drängt
und getrost in den stürmen
des frühlings steht,
ohne angst,
dass dahinter kein sommer
kommen könnte.
er kommt doch!

aber er kommt nur zu den geduldigen,
die da sind,
als ob die ewigkeit vor ihnen läge,
so sorglos still und weit ... 

man muss geduld haben,
gegen das ungelöste im herzen,
und versuchen, die fragen selber lieb zu haben,
wie verschlossene stuben,
und wie bücher, die in einer sehr fremden sprache
geschrieben sind.

es handelt sich darum, alles zu leben.
wenn man die fragen lebt,
lebt man vielleicht allmählich,
ohne es zu merken,
eines fremden tages
in die antwort hinein.

 r.m.rilke, was mich bewegt

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Woensdag 22 juni 2011

hermann hesse

I can give you nothing
that has not already
its origins within yourself

 

I can throw open no
picture gallery
but your own

 

I can help make
your own world visible-
that is all

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Dinsdag 21 juni 2011

r.m. rilke

center of all centers, core of cores,
almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet--
all this universe, to the furthest stars
all beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit.

now you feel how nothing clings to you;
your vast shell reaches into endless space,
and there the rich, thick fluids rise and flow.
Illuminated in your infinite peace,

a billion stars go spinning through the night,
blazing high above your head.
but in you is the presence that
will be, when all the stars are dead.

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Maandag 25 april 2011

yvan goll


je n'aurai pas duré plus que l'écume
aux lèvres de la vague sur le sable
né sous aucune étoile un soir sans lune
mon nom ne fut qu'un sanglot périssable
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Woensdag 13 april 2011


everything will be ok in the end

if it's not ok
it's not the end




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Vrijdag 1 april 2011

yvan goll

ich will nichts weiter sein
als die Zeder vor deinem Haus
als ein Ast dieser Zeder
als ein Zweig dieses Astes
als ein Blatt dieses Zweiges
als ein Schatten dieses Blattes
als ein Wehen dieses Schattens
der eine Sekunde
die Schläfe dir kühlt.

klik op de foto

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Dinsdag 22 maart 2011

ik kan wachten tot ik perfect ben....

of ik kan nu al van mezelf houden.......




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Maandag 21 maart 2011

sakyong mipham

liefde contempleren geeft ons de weidse geest - hoe verder onze liefde zich uitbreidt, des te groter wordt ons hart.

we kunnen verliefd zijn op de hele wereld - verliefd zijn op de hele wereld is geen last - het betekent grote vreugde, het vertrouwen van de leeuw.

na het 'perky' weekend in rotterdam
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Woensdag 16 maart 2011

christina rossetti

 I wish I could remember that first day,

    first hour, first moment of your meeting me,
    if bright or dim the season, it might be
 summer or winter for aught I can say;
 so unrecorded did it slip away,
    so blind was I to see and to foresee,
    so dull to mark the budding of my tree
 that would not blossom yet for many a may

if only I could recollect it, such
    a day of days! I let it come and go
   as traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;
 it seemed to mean so little, meant so much;
 if only now I could recall that touch,
    first touch of hand in hand – did one but know!

Era gia l’ora che volge il desio. – Dante
Ricorro al tempo ch’io vi vidi prima. – Petrarca
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