when lost.
the buddha, stripped from all of worldly possessions sat under the tree and waited. times came and past…mostly it was misery. the rains came, the cold enveloped him and his surroundings. when the sun finally came out, the warmth was overwhelming. sunburnt and alone…the sense of the time there taught him unworldly answers to infinite questions. he was awarded with finding the way, he was awakened. then he went home.
…give the song some time…the chorus is where he finds the moment of the amazement of music.
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| before the fall… |
as soon as you know, let go. give up. yield the better seat, the argument, listen to the other side and smile even if you frown inside. grasp anything and you will suffer. let go. let go. let go.
the problem with figuring it out is that you have lost as soon as you have found the answer. it is never that easy. the question twist, the problems turn on themselves. the infinite answer when a monk went to his master and said he found the way, was to tell him he failed. if you have ever reached your dreams then you begin to understand how it becomes your nightmare….
what does it cost for us to apologise…to give up…very little we come with and less will we leave with.
swim, dance, sing and smile. over and over…..dont over think it and never let your guard down to the questions we are always searching for.