Comments on: not caring: the creativity of upekkha

By: Luis

Luis — Mon, 31 Mar 2008 20:52:37 +0000

Well this post certainly came in handy in the last few days.

I knew someone, who I considered to be a really good friend, and confided in him things I’ve never said to anyone.

Dude stabbed in the back.

Yes, I was very angry and even said some hurtful things in retaliation, but now I’m realizing his behaviour had nothing to do with me, and to keep dwelling on it keeps his brand of poison in my soul.

I wish him nothing but peace, love and happiness for the future…and may karma come back to kick his arse 10 fold. ;)

By: Dead Fish in the Washing Machine « Cosmodaddy

Dead Fish in the Washing Machine « Cosmodaddy — Fri, 28 Mar 2008 20:36:09 +0000

[...] the Washing Machine I don’t want to be the dead fish in the washing machine. My teacher Alistair Appleton uses that metaphor I think to describe a mind which is lacking in equanimity. And it’s [...]

By: Emma

Emma — Sat, 22 Mar 2008 18:09:16 +0000

I’m sure you’ve read this, but just in case…
I love Paul Rudnick.

http://www.newyorker.com/archive/2005/09/26/050926sh_shouts

By: Bryan Marley

Bryan Marley — Fri, 21 Mar 2008 03:22:52 +0000

Hi Alistair! I am truly impressed by your conviction, devotion, artistry, and the degree of civil thought put into each and every one of your blogs. Not only are you handsome, talented, and Buddhist . . . you are seemingly enlightened. Kudos! Thanks for the experimental nature that you were born with, and the spirit within you!

Blessings!

Bryan D. Marley
(Sand Springs, OK, USA)

By: Tim

Tim — Mon, 17 Mar 2008 00:31:00 +0000

This reminds me of a Housman poem:

From far, from eve and morning
And yon twelve-winded sky,
The stuff of life to knit me
Blew hither: here am I.

Now—for a breath I tarry
Nor yet disperse apart—
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart.

Speak now, and I will answer;
How shall I help you, say;
Ere to the wind’s twelve quarters
I take my endless way.

Apparently the Greeks
had 4 more winds than the Buddhists.
There is a beautiful version of this set
to music by R. Vaughn Williams.

Thank you for the Rilke interpretation.

P.S. I really hate your pepper mill.