Friday, February 26, 2010

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The television, that insidious beast, that Medusa which freezes a billion

people to stone every night, staring fixedly, that Siren which called and

sang and promised so much and gave, after all, so little. 

-Ray Bradbury, science-fiction writer (1920- )




Tuesday, February 23, 2010

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Two Kinds of Faith

Some things I know hard,

the way a tree

near timberline

believes the wind.

Some things I know easy,

the way long grass

meets autumn

and says yes.

William Stafford

Friday, February 19, 2010

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If you came home and you found a strange man... teaching your kids to punch each

other, or trying to sell them all kinds of products, you'd kick him right

out of the house, but here you are; you come in and the TV is on, and you

don't think twice about it. 

-Jerome Singer




Saturday, February 13, 2010

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I Love You

This is loving the self

loving loving

being love by loving

and being loved by the Way.

Isn't this the same as

loving a mountain

loving a person

loving you

loving the self.

My love for you

Is you

Your love for me

Is me.

This is so not only for love

but for all activity.

This is so not only for sentient beings

but the ten thousand things.

I love you.

John Daido Loori

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

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I believe that the first test of a truly great man is his humility. I do not mean by humility, doubt of his own powers. But really great men have a curious feeling that the greatness is not in them, but through them. And they see something divine in every other man and are endlessly, foolishly, incredibly merciful. 

-John Ruskin, author, art critic, and social reformer(1819-1900)




Friday, January 29, 2010

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One with outward courage dares to die;
One with inward courage dares to live.
Lao Tzu

Saturday, January 23, 2010

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Getting Scared

Tending our fire in the oil drum, we felt

that second earthquake begin. Near dawn it was,

when everything stills. To be safe, we had

slept in a field. We felt a long slow wave

in the earth. It wasn't the stars that moved, but ourselves,

in time to a dance the dead could feel. Our fire

stirred where it cooled. Sparks whirled up.

Crawling along by a breath at a time, we tried to

get low; we tried to sight across level earth

near dawn and let the time tell us about how

to be alive in the grass, the miles, the strangeness,

with only the sun looking back from the other end of light.

We moved out as far as we could. "Forever," we thought,

"if we breathe too hard it will all be gone."

We spread our arms out wide on the ground

and held still. We set out for that cave we knew

above a stream, where early sunlight reaches

far back, willows all around, and clams in the river

for the taking. And we prayed for that steady event

we had loved so long without knowing it, our greatest

possession—the world when it didn't move.

William Stafford

Monday, January 18, 2010

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Never, never be afraid to do what's right, especially if the well-being of a person or animal is at stake. Society's punishments are small compared to the wounds we inflict on our soul when we look the other way. 

-Martin Luther King Jr., civil-rights leader (1929-1968)