I have had it with my opinion for today. Opionion on this, a view on that, being under the impression that.., share the thought of.., stand up for.., holding strong to.., bladabladablah..
No tonight I will visit your blogs featherbrained, empty-headed. No preconceptions, no opposite view and last but not least:
NO COMMENT
9 comments:
Oh! Now the no comment on my blog makes more sense!
What's made you tired of having an opinion?
Phew, now I understand the "no comment" on my blog as well! You're funny, Dimitri! Enjoy the time off.
Gary got there ahead of me.
I know PT said something profund. Maybe I'll try it again after a good night's sleep.
Otherwise, no comment
I agree with Progressive Tradionalist, it would be so much easier if we could shut down our minds.
I hope you have a good rest Dimitri.
Your opinion is very important however and I truly hope you share with us again, because the world is a much better place because you are here and sharing your thoughts.
I have been in meltdown too lately, it's hard when our eyes are open and we see things as they really are, heart breaking in fact.
But it is important to speak out because then we can have a deeper understanding of peoples strength of feelings and perhaps begin to find how we can change things.
Have a good rest Dimitri, have a lovely week end.
hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil...
I hear you!
One needs silent days..
Take care my friend..
From another place:
Shoveling Snow With Buddha
In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok
you would never see him doing such a thing,
tossing the dry snow over a mountain
of his bare, round shoulder,
his hair tied in a knot,
a model of concentration.
Sitting is more his speed, if that is the word
for what he does, or does not do.
Even the season is wrong for him.
In all his manifestations, is it not warm or slightly humid?
Is this not implied by his serene expression,
that smile so wide it wraps itself around the waist of the universe?
But here we are, working our way down the driveway,
one shovelful at a time.
We toss the light powder into the clear air.
We feel the cold mist on our faces.
And with every heave we disappear
and become lost to each other
in these sudden clouds of our own making,
these fountain-bursts of snow.
This is so much better than a sermon in church,
I say out loud, but Buddha keeps on shoveling.
This is the true religion, the religion of snow,
and sunlight and winter geese barking in the sky,
I say, but he is too busy to hear me.
He has thrown himself into shoveling snow
as if it were the purpose of existence,
as if the sign of a perfect life were a clear driveway
you could back the car down easily
and drive off into the vanities of the world
with a broken heater fan and a song on the radio.
All morning long we work side by side,
me with my commentary
and he inside his generous pocket of silence,
until the hour is nearly noon
and the snow is piled high all around us;
then, I hear him speak.
After this, he asks,
can we go inside and play cards?
Certainly, I reply, and I will heat some milk
and bring cups of hot chocolate to the table
while you shuffle the deck.
and our boots stand dripping by the door.
Aaah, says the Buddha, lifting his eyes
and leaning for a moment on his shovel
before he drives the thin blade again
deep into the glittering white snow.
~ Billy Collins ~
I am truly touched by your wonderful profound, caring and uplifting comments. I thank you deeply.
Not giving comments was the easy part..
Not thinking..
Not worrying..
Not puzzling..
Remains to be exercized..
Aha, that explains your "no comment" on my blog, too. And I thought you were hinting I'm the "Evil Clown." Okay, so I'm not mailing the Evil Clown shoes to you!
Excellent post, Dimitri!
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