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opticalfuture · 6 years
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The wind whistles in the bamboo and the bamboo dances. When the wind stops, the bamboo grows still. Huong Hai
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Shelley in the rocks
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Intergenerational portrait iii
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One of the best things you can do as a man is to get to know yourself deeply and inconditionally.
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◇ Suffering ◇ Impermanence ◇ No-self The three marks of existence
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We live in illusion And the appearance of things. There is a reality: We are that reality. When you undestand this, You will see that you are nothing. And, being nothing, You are everything. That is all. Kalu Rimpoche
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Embrace the unknown ahead
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opticalfuture · 7 years
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☸ Non self ☸ Impermanence ☸ Nirvana The Three Dharma Seals
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opticalfuture · 7 years
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(1) I am of the nature to grow old. There is no way to escape growing old. (2) I am of the nature to have ill-health. There is no way to escape having ill-health. (3) I am of the nature to die. There is no way to escape death. (4) All that is dear to me and everyone I love are of the nature to change. There is no way to escape being separated from them. (5) My actions are my only true belongings. I cannot escape the consequences of my actions. My actions are the ground on which I stand. The Five Remembrances (Relative truth)
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opticalfuture · 7 years
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Intergenerational portrait
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From the traveller, whose sack of provisions is empty before the voyage is ended, whose garment is torn and dust-laden, whose strength is exhausted,   remove shame and poverty, and renew his life like a flower under the cover of thy kindly night. Gitanjali
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To dwell ever deeper into reality is to become one with it
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I Llegaste en busca de reposo y tus ojos hallaron un espejo, entre ellos y la imagen, la deriva. E:M
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Io sono ora, io sono qui
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