Like a Buddha
I do the dishes
and empty my cup
tirsdag den 8. september 2009
lørdag den 5. september 2009
A knowing (but who is it)
There is a knowing
A presence
There is a thought
An assumption
that I am more
than I AM
There is a search
Who is the seeker
Stop
Ask yourself
"Who am I"
there is not an answer
Only a deep knowing
within
A presence
There is a thought
An assumption
that I am more
than I AM
There is a search
Who is the seeker
Stop
Ask yourself
"Who am I"
there is not an answer
Only a deep knowing
within
onsdag den 19. august 2009
ordinary change
In the moment we start to recognize
That there is a gradual change
In our heart
When we sit still
Then
And only then
Do we stop and listen
To the bird's song
or the raindrops
That there is a gradual change
In our heart
When we sit still
Then
And only then
Do we stop and listen
To the bird's song
or the raindrops
søndag den 16. august 2009
The Tao of LazyLion
Too lazy to fix the world
I let the world take care of itself
Not waiting for the world to change
I follow the rhythm of Tao
Listening quietly to the raindrops
Falling on the tin roof outside the meditation hall
I sit comfortably in Zazen
The world is at it is
If we try to change it
We have already lost it
We are changing an idea
In our own mind
Follow the way
Be content with who you are
Try to change nothing
Full acceptance of the moment
- Lasse Petersen
I let the world take care of itself
Not waiting for the world to change
I follow the rhythm of Tao
Listening quietly to the raindrops
Falling on the tin roof outside the meditation hall
I sit comfortably in Zazen
The world is at it is
If we try to change it
We have already lost it
We are changing an idea
In our own mind
Follow the way
Be content with who you are
Try to change nothing
Full acceptance of the moment
- Lasse Petersen
lørdag den 15. august 2009
mandag den 8. juni 2009
onsdag den 20. maj 2009
breaking the cycle
In the absence of me
My soul mourns
Longing for me to return
I have been long on my way
Trying to reach the unreachable
To tame the anger in me
But with no success
It feels like waves
Coming in on a deserted beach
They appear
Then disappear
I flow in and out of time
In and out of presence
In and out of consciousness
But
Right now
I am aware
My soul mourns
Longing for me to return
I have been long on my way
Trying to reach the unreachable
To tame the anger in me
But with no success
It feels like waves
Coming in on a deserted beach
They appear
Then disappear
I flow in and out of time
In and out of presence
In and out of consciousness
But
Right now
I am aware
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