Lidé se zajímají o nádheru a okázalost. Budou-li tě pro to obdivovat, nestojí to za nic. Protože ti, kdo tě takto obdivují, ničemu z Buddhovi dharmy nerozumějí. Obdivuji tě maximálně jako umělce života. Praxe Buddhovy cesty musí být nenápadná a skromná. Nesmí tu být nic, co by se dávalo na odiv.

dennodenne; som chorý duševne na vode ženy po prechode v záchode pláva hovienko bolo mi povedané, že sa všetko stáva ale zjednala sa náprava súprava tepláková lepkavá depka

jenom jsem se překouŘil v sadě a donesl ti bláto do botníku zasaď pak do něj třeba pažitku ale teď se svlíkej chci tvý tělo pomalovat tuší lebo šerdco mi buší život neprísluší

všetko sa vyriešilo a tým pádom skončilo, keď nás rad radom pohlcoval plameň z neho kričali ľudia do tmy

nebesá sa zatiahli sa zľahli planéty zurčal potok, keď sa potokárová obesila otrokárova spoločnosť žiarila my sme bežali z ostrova x sa nemontoval ; zafixovali ma spoločnosť kriesila mŕtvolu živú obeživo bolo v kurze na korze s korzičanom a američanom

my self reflection is a blur i occur somewhere beyond my senses everybody dispenses with me i take my chances longing is saturated natura satana i linger in limbo because i gave him a finger then paled in comparison in crimson red blood robinson crusoe idiot came i was lame and tame so i took the blame selfsame endgame had spliner in my eye winter came too i took the poo from da zoo people were […]

French author Michel Houellebecq accurately points out about the effects of economic liberalism and how sexual relations now mirror neoliberal economics that “It’s a fact…that in societies like ours sex truly represents a second system of differentiation, completely independent of money; and as a system of differentiation it functions just as mercilessly. The effects of these two systems […]

I’ve been imprisoned by people, My oppressors, But in the prison of my days, I turned inwards, The only path to escape, The weren’t my oppressors at all, I was not imprisoned, They were my liberators, Who unknowingly showed me, The only way out… Is in

When the mob governs, man is ruled by ignorance; when the church governs, he is ruled by superstition; and when the state governs, he is ruled by fear. Before men can live together in harmony and understanding, ignorance must be transmuted into wisdom, superstition into an illuminated faith, and fear into love.

No, anima is something individual like you mean women´s image in man? some kind of ideal that completes him? Like some parts of a puzzle archetype? Unconscious collective does that make us strive to fulfil roles of man and woman? Of course, the man’s role to provide & protect and the woman’s role to nurture true; so this anima helps us find our place?figure out who we are? […]