April 9, 2015 at 11:14 am #44192April 11, 2015 at 12:35 am #44193
Many years ago, in a book now forgotten, in a place unremembered, I read what were stated to be the last words of Leonardo da Vinci – and it is this first version or translation of his final utterances that remains my favourite.
“I have offended God and Mankind, by doing so little with my life.”
Think about that. The greatest universal genius of all time, thought that he had done nothing much with his life. Isn’t that a humbling thought?
He died in the arms of the King Francis, the King of France: the highest honour that could be accorded in the situation, the King being divine.
I have since seen two other, different versions of these words and rather wish that I was familiar with the original Italian language.
“I have offended God and Mankind, by not having worked at my Art as I should have.”
and “I have offended God and Mankind because my work did not reach the quality it should have.”
All three versions agree that he was expressing dissatisfaction, either with himself or his work. In a way, this is tremendously sad, that he should summarize his life of struggle and achievement in this way. It seems that his inner vision of what he sought to achieve was ever higher than the result.April 11, 2015 at 12:41 am #44195
A Woman’s Sex
It has the original mouth but remains wordless;
It is surrounded by a magnificent mound of hair.
Sentient beings can get completely lost in it
But it is also the birthplace of all the Buddhas of the ten thousand worlds.
Rinzai’s disciples never got the Zen message,
But I, the Blind Donkey, know the truth:
Love play can make you immortal.
The autumn breeze of a single night of love is better than a hundred thousand years of sterile sitting meditation. . .
Stilted koans and convoluted answers are all monks have, Pandering endlessly to officials and rich patrons.
Good friends of the Dharma, so proud, let me tell you,
A brothel girl in gold brocade is worth more than any of you.
Memories and deep thoughts of love pain my breast; Poetry and prose all forgotten, not a word left.
There is a path to enlightenment but I’ve lost heart for it. Today, I’m still drowning in samsara.
In Praise of Fish-Basket Kannon
Crimson cheeks, light-colored hair, full of compassion and love.
Lost in a dream of love play, I contemplate her beauty.
Her thousand eyes of great mercy look upon all but see no one beyond redemption. This goddess can even be a fisherman’s wife by a river or sea, singing of salvation.April 11, 2015 at 1:02 am #44197
I don’t understand too many things all at once. The sun and moon say that it’s time to burn bridges and wander… When I was a boy, my hero was Horton (hears a Who). I see flaws that stem from Augustine, among others, here.
I think I understand “polishing mirrors” and the yang counterpart somewhat, but I really would appreciate some enlightenment with regard to this fucked (ha!) subject or else my fucking (ha!) faulty understanding…
Yin and Yang; male, fmale; true, falseI’m getting an excessive amount of voltage and no clear path of release.
Qi; good-qualityApril 11, 2015 at 1:28 am #44199April 11, 2015 at 2:38 am #44201April 14, 2015 at 3:12 am #44203
It’s A Man’s Man’s Man’s World – James Brown (Lyrics)
Mullah Nasruddin was looking for the key to his house, on his knees in the warm sunny dust of the high-way, when a kind stranger offered assistance. Together, they looked, until the stranger asked Nasruddin, “Where did you lose your key?”
“Inside of my house.”
“Then, why are you looking here?”
“Because it’s dark and lonesome, there.”
I’m sorry… Thank you, though. I found what I was looking for, and now I have new trees sprouting.
There’s a much nicer feeling in my heart than a moment ago. Silence is kissing my lips and running her fingers along the throbbing pulsesap risingrunning along my throat, my body turning to stonemist rolling from the dragon’s hot mouth…
“Lord love a fool!”
When you see inner smiling like this… Well, a man in prison can be happy, but can a man not imprisoned be happy while trying to be as happy as a man in prison? I say, “no.” Even the most indifferent heart will feel something when the wild geese pass. Right now, they are fuzzy yellow balls of down that poop in my yard, to my great pleasure. They can live here when I move!April 16, 2015 at 2:02 am #44205
Just because this is in my heart at the moment, and it feels like
Air – Cherry blossom girl
Couldn’t stay “lost in the wilderness… Lost… In bitterness… Lord have mercy!..”April 24, 2015 at 10:57 pm #44207
It’s always nice when you end up answering your own questions. 😉April 24, 2015 at 11:16 pm #44209April 24, 2015 at 11:51 pm #44211
What was it?
Sorry . . . I missed it.
It somehow got lost in translation . . .
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