Du Lac said:If you use your mind to study reality, you will not understand either your mind or reality.
If you study reality without using your mind, you will understand both.
Student: "I am very discouraged.
What should I do?"
Soen Nakagwa: "Encourage others."
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Jennifer C said:seeds blooming
memories
in my mind,
laying dorment
gathering dust
flowers in the attic...
http://www.buymoreart.com/pages/motivationals/sub_motivationals/change_snowy_trees.htmDu Lac said:It is a gray heavy misty morn, I awoke to the sound of rain pelleting down soaking the dry harden ground that so needs a drink to calm the thirst raging within yellow blades of grass. The crab apple tree I so love stands outside my window .. I feel that it is tired of holding the burden of being green. It calls for change, the delights of fall and long siestas of winter. Tiny leaves dried up and brown cling to the tender fingers of out reaching limbs. As if the juices of life no longer gushed within the veins of my sacred tree.... becoming economical it only flowed to the thickest branches and sadly it had to decide who to sacrifice in all of its green glory. My tree as well as I, are ready for change.
I wonder why people are so fear riddled when it comes to change. It is only natural, the change is not what is uncomfortable and unnatural, rather to stay and deny change is the problem. I look at people, strangers, family, friends.... all trying so hard to deny change in life. Be it their outside apperance always striving to maintain youthful looks, or fighting to maintain a lifestyle, sadness of children growing up, and death knocking at one's door. We plant gardens, walk through forests, delight in the summer breeze and all the while deny that these things are CHANGE. We await the return of the birds in the spring but fight when our own fledglings want to migrate as their souls demand them to.... Nature is change. We in fighting change are fighting our own natural essence. I think that when man became farmers all become upside down. We when we hunted and gathered, for ever migrating, we were part of the natural cycle of all that is right with the universe. Somehow that was lost when the farmers tried to settle down and control nature thusly, denying change.
Change is about the unknown. This is the problem I believe. So many have the lack of faith and also so little vision of nature to embrace the unknown. The crabapple tree while planted firmly into the earth embraces change easily and the unknown that lives in the next season. It does not question will it be too cold to survive this winter, or will it rain enough for me to flourish in the spring? Will the heat be unbearable so that I turn yellow before my time? It is not the unknown that bothers me I relish in it... drink it up like the hungry dry dirt of an August morn. It is the known the past that haunts me. That creates the fear that can stop me from embracing change. In learning to own my own life... I see this now and feel the roots of my crabapple tree wiggling in my toes. I become nature, release my limiting fears and dive into the unknown of joyous change.
du lac
Du Lac said:It is a gray heavy misty morn, I awoke to the sound of rain pelleting down soaking the dry harden ground that so needs a drink to calm the thirst raging within yellow blades of grass. The crab apple tree I so love stands outside my window .. I feel that it is tired of holding the burden of being green. It calls for change, the delights of fall and long siestas of winter. Tiny leaves dried up and brown cling to the tender fingers of out reaching limbs. As if the juices of life no longer gushed within the veins of my sacred tree.... becoming economical it only flowed to the thickest branches and sadly it had to decide who to sacrifice in all of its green glory. My tree as well as I, are ready for change.
I wonder why people are so fear riddled when it comes to change. It is only natural, the change is not what is uncomfortable and unnatural, rather to stay and deny change is the problem. I look at people, strangers, family, friends.... all trying so hard to deny change in life. Be it their outside apperance always striving to maintain youthful looks, or fighting to maintain a lifestyle, sadness of children growing up, and death knocking at one's door. We plant gardens, walk through forests, delight in the summer breeze and all the while deny that these things are CHANGE. We await the return of the birds in the spring but fight when our own fledglings want to migrate as their souls demand them to.... Nature is change. We in fighting change are fighting our own natural essence. I think that when man became farmers all become upside down. We when we hunted and gathered, for ever migrating, we were part of the natural cycle of all that is right with the universe. Somehow that was lost when the farmers tried to settle down and control nature thusly, denying change.
Change is about the unknown. This is the problem I believe. So many have the lack of faith and also so little vision of nature to embrace the unknown. The crabapple tree while planted firmly into the earth embraces change easily and the unknown that lives in the next season. It does not question will it be too cold to survive this winter, or will it rain enough for me to flourish in the spring? Will the heat be unbearable so that I turn yellow before my time? It is not the unknown that bothers me I relish in it... drink it up like the hungry dry dirt of an August morn. It is the known the past that haunts me. That creates the fear that can stop me from embracing change. In learning to own my own life... I see this now and feel the roots of my crabapple tree wiggling in my toes. I become nature, release my limiting fears and dive into the unknown of joyous change.
du lac
My Erotic Tale said:
Du Lac said:It is a gray heavy misty morn, I awoke to the sound of rain pelleting down soaking the dry harden ground that so needs a drink to calm the thirst raging within yellow blades of grass. The crab apple tree I so love stands outside my window .. I feel that it is tired of holding the burden of being green. It calls for change, the delights of fall and long siestas of winter. Tiny leaves dried up and brown cling to the tender fingers of out reaching limbs. As if the juices of life no longer gushed within the veins of my sacred tree.... becoming economical it only flowed to the thickest branches and sadly it had to decide who to sacrifice in all of its green glory. My tree as well as I, are ready for change.
I wonder why people are so fear riddled when it comes to change. It is only natural, the change is not what is uncomfortable and unnatural, rather to stay and deny change is the problem. I look at people, strangers, family, friends.... all trying so hard to deny change in life. Be it their outside apperance always striving to maintain youthful looks, or fighting to maintain a lifestyle, sadness of children growing up, and death knocking at one's door. We plant gardens, walk through forests, delight in the summer breeze and all the while deny that these things are CHANGE. We await the return of the birds in the spring but fight when our own fledglings want to migrate as their souls demand them to.... Nature is change. We in fighting change are fighting our own natural essence. I think that when man became farmers all become upside down. We when we hunted and gathered, for ever migrating, we were part of the natural cycle of all that is right with the universe. Somehow that was lost when the farmers tried to settle down and control nature thusly, denying change.
Change is about the unknown. This is the problem I believe. So many have the lack of faith and also so little vision of nature to embrace the unknown. The crabapple tree while planted firmly into the earth embraces change easily and the unknown that lives in the next season. It does not question will it be too cold to survive this winter, or will it rain enough for me to flourish in the spring? Will the heat be unbearable so that I turn yellow before my time? It is not the unknown that bothers me I relish in it... drink it up like the hungry dry dirt of an August morn. It is the known the past that haunts me. That creates the fear that can stop me from embracing change. In learning to own my own life... I see this now and feel the roots of my crabapple tree wiggling in my toes. I become nature, release my limiting fears and dive into the unknown of joyous change.
du lac
