Monday, August 04, 2008

A greeting fetches a cuss and an angry word volley, and then it hits home- what the Buddha meant by dispassionate active calm and how many trillion lifetimes you are away from it.

12 comments:

Phantasmagoria said...

Tip of the day: Do not greet. :)

Phantasmagoria said...

P.S: (Learnt the hard way).

mago said...

Ach - not at home. Easier saied than done I know. Remember that Wednesday-circle :), a distance.

manuscrypts said...

a grating greeting?

Quin Browne said...

sometimes, my friend... i read your posts out loud, for the sheer pleasure of hearing the words float on the air.

CRUSTYBEEF said...

I loved this short post although I cannot seem to grasp the meaning I felt at peace but with too many lessons.

many hellos to you!!

alwaysa,
elizabeth

austere said...

Elizaaaaabeth! Great to hear from you. How have you been?

Quin o wise one, bless your generous heart. THANK YOU.

Manu- hi.. good evening- anything grating abt that?

mago- not at home, but I don't want this woman to put on me a black eye. Now prayers and eyes to the ground when I pass that door.

Ph- but life is so short.

PQ said...

Really trillion lifetimes away...so much to learn...

austere said...

:)

Portia said...

Meeeee too!
But it's good to have goals.
:)

Baby Island said...

Quin is right. I also love to read your posts out loud just to taste your poetic verse. Like colorful silk and warm rain, your words convey so much.

austere said...

portia- ah yes, this one should last all this lifetime... wonder how the monks stay removed, watchers.

babyisland- ty- I'm honored.. colorful silk and warm rain- what a glorious image feast!