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November 15th, 2015

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The Pieta had made it's way from the 1950's to a vitrine in Hungary, and from there, to an antique shop where Gabor my friend figured it was one of those treasures ...

At Icon Klub there they are: Buddha raising his hand "No Fighting", while Mary mourns the loss of her son.
Christianity and Buddhism in harmony.

Buddha never claimed to be worshiped yet he is. Mary... she got herself into a saga when she had baby Jesus. Jesus -Son of God- on the other hand got himself into trouble when his teachings were taken literally. He didn't say "blow up the temple" ... somehow people take everything literally when it comes to religion.

The recent news from Paris made me think of how our beliefs shape our actions. Allah, God, Buddha and the Brahma gods and goddesses are in the same position: "unavailable".

Both, Islam and Christian-ism believes that "everything that happens is Allah's/God's will. Both believe that God will be their judge, or witness, "who will be merciful toward followers depending on the sufficiency of their life's good works and religious devotion". A follower's relationship with Allah/God is master and servant. Even though Christianity believes in a loving God the entity seems to be a fan of tough love. Both honor their prophets/saints , both follow religious duties, and repeat prayers... : one uses beads, the other, rosary. Undeniable that these elements of religion is shared by both -if not all- world religions, under the umbrella of various interpretations of the divine. They only differ in interpreting the teachings, so for real, it is the mind that creates all this bullshit in total abandonment of human values...

Why fight?

In Hinduism, whatever happens is karmic.

Why Fight?

In Buddhism, it's the consequence of our actions.

“An eye for an eye will only make the whole world blind.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

“Those whom God wishes to destroy he drives mad.”
― Leo Tolstoy

“Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.”
― George Carlin

“When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.”
― Jimi Hendrix

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Valentine's Love-in

2/17/2014

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This lovely Silverstein poem was the quote of the day- every time I read it I get a little sad about that they never knew... and wish the poem would go on and so they would know it.

We've picked our favorite love-poems, and had a lovely joined gathering with Parliament on King in Sydney, where my friend and mentor Jan Cornall http://www.writersjourney.com.au/ is poet-on-duty-we'd skype back and forth, sharing the love.

Nizar Qabbani
Take off your clothes.

For centuries, no miracle
Has touched the earth. Take off your clothes
For I am mute, but your body knows
Every tongue. Take off your clothes.

Charles Bukowski
Like A Flower In The Rain

I cut the middle fingernail of the middle
finger
right hand
real short
and I began rubbing along her cunt
as she sat upright in bed
spreading lotion over her arms
face
and breasts
after bathing.
then she lit a cigarette:
"don't let this put you off,"
an smoked and continued to rub
the lotion on.
I continued to rub the cunt.
"You want an apple?" I asked.
"sure, she said, "you got one?"
but I got to her-
she began to twist
then she rolled on her side,
she was getting wet and open
like a flower in the rain.
then she rolled on her stomach
and her most beautiful ass
looked up at me
and I reached under and got the
cunt again.
she reached around and got my
cock, she rolled and twisted,
I mounted
my face falling into the mass
of red hair that overflowed
from her head
and my flattened cock entered
into the miracle.
later we joked about the lotion
and the cigarette and the apple.
then I went out and got some chicken
and shrimp and french fries and buns
and mashed potatoes and gravy and
cole slaw,and we ate.she told me
how good she felt and I told her
how good I felt and we
ate the chicken and the shrimp and the
french fries and the buns and the
mashed potatoes and the gravy and
the cole slaw too.

Pablo Neruda
Sonnet XVII

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Elizabeth Vongsaravanh
Humidity

An image of two souls percolating through
loopholes into a cup, as the past turns into
a pile of wet tea leaves.
They sit next to each other,
drink from the same cup,
and finally,
love.

Rainer Maria Rilke
I Am Too Alone In The World, And Not Alone Enough

I am too alone in the world, and not alone enough
to make every minute holy.
I am too tiny in this world, and not tiny enough
just to lie before you like a thing,
shrewd and secretive.
I want my own will, and I want simply to be with my will,
as it goes toward action,
and in the silent, sometimes hardly moving times
when something is coming near,
I want to be with those who know secret things
or else alone.
I want to be a mirror for your whole body,
and I never want to be blind, or to be too old
to hold up your heavy and swaying picture.
I want to unfold.
I don’t want to stay folded anywhere,
because where I am folded, there I am a lie.
And I want my grasp of things
true before you. I want to describe myself
like a painting that I looked at
closely for a long time,
like a saying that I finally understood,
like the pitcher I use every day,
like the face of my mother,
like a ship
that took me safely
through the wildest storm of all.

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