Morning Trip (46)

“The water that flows down the mountain does not think that it flows down the mountain.
The cloud that leaves the valley does not think that it leaves the valley.

A philosopher asked the Buddha to neither speak nor be silent.

It is known how difficult it is to shut the prison door? Words and speech disappear.

If mind is not – mind, who can we ask for advice?

The old monk who thinks he can calm the mind of another is
just mocking everyone around him, and he doesn’t even know it.

The sea is calm when the wind stops blowing.
Still, we search outside of ourselves.
One burst of laughter dissipates a thousand doubts.

I yearn for the soul
of marvelous truth.
Coming back to myself,
I walk beneath the shining moon.

Stars move with silent sounds.
The universe is calm, nothing
brings trouble.
Perfect tranquility: nothing
whatsoever is happening.

Everyday thought is the way.

Without walking for days,
one is suddenly at home.

When confronted by people, you can say yes or no.

Words are never perfect.
Even if people stop speculating,
we still have to use things
to point out the truth.

Wake up! Wake up! Don’t let anyone despise you for another moment.

I have a touching story to tell you. But please wait until this cloud passes.
Otherwise, even if I tell you the story perfectly, the distance between us will still be ten thousand miles.

Those who are enlightened
who see through
the eyes of great wisdom,
can see noon at midnight.

The deepest truths disclose themselves naturally,
don’t even ask the hermit on the hill.

Space is one, without a crack:
By what road does the scent of the cinnamon flowers
come to us at the end of the day?

This is Buddha’s examination.
Those who pass the test of emptiness
will be declared winners.

For your name to be on the list of winners, don’t leave blank pages.
– Tran Thai Tong
Koans from the Khoa Hu – Lessons in Emptiness

Morning Trip (41)–Ok, so this one is an Evening Trip! No, Inside Upside Down and Backward Blog (11)

Feelings of Color copyright

This came up in the creative bubbles this morning and then some more urgent creations over rode it.  I finished the book I wanted to read and came downstairs to look for Kathy’s trains, over on Lake Superior Spirit.

And now, since I’ve typed some story and some thoughts into it, this has become an Inside Upside Down and Backward Blog.  One that seems to be having a lust/ love affair with the Morning Trip, enough to encourage her to dress up and go out on the town for an Evening Trip.

If we get stuck in labeling, however will we get on, to the good stuffs?

I’ve been waffling in despair.  I have called it feeling sorry for myself.  I have called it being afraid to fail.  I have called it denial.  I have even looked within it and smiled for a teeeeny-tiny moment and called it knowing what feels good and right, and knowing what I want.  And then, I ran me over and called it rationalizing!  Seeeeeeeee…I want a prize for expert label name alternatives!  I am very good at it! I am also good at distraction away from my own ouchie places.  The distraction statement simply leads away from the hot seat to a safer seeming area, which it really is NOT, but YOU(the reader) doesn’t know this!  Maybe my halo-ed weinie costume is an OSTRITCH?!?

Ok so now follows what I was thinking.  I liked the lyrics so much, that I’m simply posting them below the video, rather than getting other supporting ponderish-type materials.  Pre-PS.  I would like ginger candy and white tea with raspberry for treats.

Sometimes my visions are distant and vague
Down at the base of the mountain
Once in a while I am weak and afraid
Tired and sick of it all

I don’t believe that my story is set
Nothing is destined or blatant
Bound to this body a world full of hate
No one will heed if I fall

No one can see it but you know that it’s there
Guiding the steps of your soul
Holding the truth in the cross that you bear
Die with a heart that is bold

Fly on the wings of despair
No one is holding you back
The call on the wild is internal
Conquer the silence you bear
Tomorrow will not fade to black
A new day is dawning remember
No one can save you today

The questions are more than the answers I know
That doesn’t mean you are lonely
Searching for more
Consecutive goal’s
Making it worth to go on

No one can see it but you know that it’s there
Guiding the steps of your soul
Holding the truth in the cross that you bear
Die with a heart that is bold

Fly on the wings of despair
No one is holding you back
The call on the wild is internal
Conquer the silence you bear
Tomorrow will not fade to black
A new day is dawning remember
No one can save you today

You, and you alone is forging the path
Leave your sorrows with the past

Never believe that the story is set
Nothing is destined or blatant
Bound to this body a world full of hate
No one will heed if you fall

No one can see it but you know that it’s there
Guiding the steps of your soul
Holding the truth in the cross that you bear
Die with a heart that is bold

Fly on the wings of despair
No one is holding you back
The call on the wild is internal
Conquer the silence you bear
Tomorrow will not fade to black
A new day is dawning remember
No one can save you today

Fly on the wings of despair
No one is holding you back
The call on the wild is internal
Conquer the silence you bear
Tomorrow will not fade to black
A new day is dawning remember
No one can save you, no one can save you today