Samsara hostage fugitive
To be forgiven or to forgive
Asks the perigee moon.
The tides roll high
towards the midnight sky
casting shadows on the picayune.
Ashes to dust and back again
Bound by vows or original sin
Karma curses mortals.
Vanquish doubt, strife and fears
watch as suffering disappears
in thresholds of mahasattvic portals.
Gate, gate, paragate
parasamgate bodhisattva
Find liberation on the other shore.
Prajnaparamita awaits you there,
once you lay down your oar.
Samsara hostage fugitive
To be forgiven or to forgive
Asks the perigee moon.
The tides roll high
towards the midnight sky
casting shadows on the picayune.
Ashes to dust and back again
Bound by vows or original sin
Karma curses mortals.
Vanquish doubt, strife and fears
watch as suffering disappears
in thresholds of mahasattvic portals.
Gate, gate, paragate
parasamgate bodhisattva
Find liberation on the other shore.
Prajnaparamita awaits you there,
once you lay down your oar.
Wandering from room to room like a ghost.
Never a guest.
Never a host.
As grey as an elephant
as loud as a mouse door to door
at every house.
No one can hear you.
They say it’s the wind.
No one can see you.
How the light bends to create you.
City to city you roam,
never finding home,
just enough to sustain
what the journey will contain.
Meandering through countries and cultures
recognizing vultures as universal as
the planets.
Across every continent you ramble
as you begin to understand
the Tower of Babel,
and how words create the brambles we men are mired in.
The earth in the heavens,
ought know by now,
Doing, not saying; is how.
You have to do what you have to do,
that’s what everyone says.
Would they say still,
if they knew everything you had to do?
The torture you went through,
just so they would approve
and deem your effort worthy
of their expectations?
What if your silent demands
and judgments and dismissals,
drove someone between addictions
and remisssions,
all because they wanted to please
the impossible
conditions for your favor?
Would it matter?
Even an unspoken thought can wound
someone who loves you.
The difference is one knows this;
yet is considered flawed for the perception.
Not like you does not equal,
not
as
good
as you.
We have the power to kill others
with our intolerance.
If someone loves you,
they care what you think,
be careful of your thoughts.
They say more about you,
than anyone
you will
ever judge.
Amen.
I have been to San Antonio. There are more pressing issues. Get your heads out.
Russian warship 200 miles from Miami.
Was there any doubt? Putin is insane. Testerone driven and full of shit. The Russian Empire? They can’t even host sports. If this “empire” is a threat, the world is in worse shape than I thought it was.
Fuck you, Russia.
We have enough bombs to blow your itty bitty ships right off the globe. Sit down!
And for god’s sake stop with the posturing. I am so sick of little dick motherfuckers flexing military power when they feel appropriately inadequate.
All y’all need to step aside and quit ruining the world on your machismic whims.
Client Fires Lobbyist Over Push To Ban Gays From NFL | ThinkProgress.
So, the government should NOT control guns, but this motherfucker wants them to regulate sexuality in the NFL?
Whacknuts like this guy is why conservativism is a joke. There are so many things wrong with this I don’t know where to start.
First, way to go DC Solar. Secondly, hiss and boo at anyone else who stays connected to this guy. I know you like to think that his opinions are his and his job is to lobby for your interests, but believe me, when fundaMENTALists work, they are always trying to fit their agenda in somewhere. If you are associated, even merely ‘professionally’ with a bigoted, ignornt asshole, you will be subject to their karma. That is a fact. So, drop him, or drop any chance you have at success.
They only way to win against these fucktards is to teach them that their prejudices and willingness to waste time, money and energy to hate people will cost them dearly.
Jordan Davis' Mother Says Killing Of Her Unarmed Teen Son Was Racial | ThinkProgress.
I guess Jordan’s mother hasn’t heard about all the white kids being shot because they won’t turn down Katy Perry.
Oh, wait. That’s right. There aren’t any.
Again, I implore you humanity. Get your shit together. Imagine if your life ended at 17. All the things, people, love, wonder you would have missed.
Quit killing kids because you are a chicken shit scaredy cat who has a hair trigger finger, a short fuse, and ignorant understanding of what standing your ground means.
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