“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.” DAHL
“How beautiful you must be to have been able to lead me this far with only the sound of your going away” ― W.S. Merwin, The Moon Before Morning
Inspired by a song of Crosby Stills & Nash. Artwork printed as limited Edition by ART COMMEND
He waits by the window
At the empty place inside Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams He worries Did he hear a good-bye? Or even hello?
In this world Hate never yet dispelled hate Only love dispels hate This is the law Buddha
Life is a flash of lightning in the dark of night.
It is a brief time of tremendous potential.
One of the most persistent of all delusions is the conviction that the source of our dissatisfaction lies outside ourselves.
“All descriptions of reality are temporary hypotheses.” Buddha
The endless succession of past, present and future thoughts leads us to believe that there is something inherently and consistently present, and we call it 'mind'. But actually...
Past thoughts are as dead as a corpse. Future thoughts have not yet arisen. So how could these two, which do not exist, be part of an entity which inherently exists?
HH Dilgo Khyentse
'From what we cannot hold,
the stars are made.'
When a rainbow appears vividly in the sky, you can see its beautiful colors, yet you could not wear it as clothing, or put it on as an ornament. It arises through the conjunction of various factures, but there is nothing about it, that can be grasped. Likewise thoughts, which have no substance, should not have so much power over you, nor is there any reason why you should become their slave.
HH Dilgo Khyentse
Horses. The only animal that teaches you more about yourself
then about them.
Langsam blühte, langsam reifte in Siddhartha die Erkenntnis, das Wissen darum, was eigentlich Weisheit sei, was seines langen Suchens Ziel sei. Es war nichts als eine Bereitschaft der Seele, eine Fähigkeit, eine geheime Kunst, jeden Augenblick, mitten im Leben, den Gedanken der Einheit zu denken, die Einheit fühlen und einatmen zu können. Langsam blühte dies in ihm auf, strahlte ihm aus Vasudevas altem Kindergesicht wider:
Harmonie, Wissen um die ewige Vollkommenheit der Welt, Lächeln, Einheit.
H. Hesse, Siddharta
you have never
Every war is a war against children