Archive for Januarie 2008
George W Bush is oopkop
Sekere dinge kan net in Amerika gebeur. Ek sweer. Die Boston Globe berig dat die Amerikaanse president tydens sy State of the Union toespraak verby kongreslid Barney Frank geloop het. Frank was op die foon, toe Bush sê: “Sê ek sê hallo.” Net sodat die mense kan sien hoe gaaf hulle president is.
Frank het toe maar so gemaak. Maar sy boyfriend wou hom nie glo nie. Die boyfriend het gedog Frank maak ‘n grap.
Na die toespraak vertel Frank toe maar vir Bush dat hy op die foon met sy boyfriend was, waarop Bush geantwoord het:
“Wel, ek hoop jy het hom vertel hoe oopkop ek is.”
Valentynsdag idees
Aan diegene wat op hierdie blog beland omdat julle wenke soek vir Valentynsdag, hou moed! In Februarie gaan riviersonderend all lovey-dovey raak. Intussen, lees gedigte vir inspirasie. Hier is een van Rumi.
If anyone asks you
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our sexual wanting
will look, lift your face
and say,
Like this.
When someone mentions the gracefulness
of the nightsky, climb up on the roof
and dance and say,
Like this.
If anyone wants to know what “spirit” is,
or what “God’s fragrance” means,
lean your head toward him or her.
Keep your face there close.
Like this.
When someone quotes the old poetic image
about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,
slowly loosen knot by knot the strings
of your robe.
Like this.
If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,
don’t try to explain the miracle.
Kiss me on the lips.
Like this. Like this.
When someone asks what it means
to “die for love,” point
here.
If someone asks how tall I am, frown
and measure with your fingers the space
between the creases on your forehead.
This tall.
The soul sometimes leaves the body, then returns.
When someone doesn’t believe that,
walk back into my house.
Like this.
When lovers moan,
they’re telling our story.
Like this.
I am a sky where spirits live.
Stare into this deepening blue,
while the breeze says a secret.
Like this.
When someone asks what there is to do,
light the candle in his hand.
Like this.
How did Joseph’s scent come to Jacob?
Huuuuu.
How did Jacob’s sight return?
Huuuu.
A little wind cleans the eyes.
Like this.
When Shams comes back from Tabriz,
he’ll put just his head around the edge
of the door to surprise us
Like this.
Die Groot Hartsoetra
Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva
when practicing deeply the Prajna Paramita
perceives that all five skandhas are empty
and is saved from all suffering and distress.
Shariputra,
form does not differ from emptiness,
emptiness does not differ from form.
That which is form is emptiness,
that which is emptiness form.
The same is true of feelings,
perceptions, impulses, consciousness.
Shariputra,
all dharmas are marked with emptiness;
they do not appear or disappear,
are not tainted or pure,
do not increase or decrease.
Therefore, in emptiness no form, no feelings,
perceptions, impulses, consciousness.
No eyes, no ears, no nose, no tongue, no body, no mind;
no color, no sound, no smell, no taste, no touch,
no object of mind;
no realm of eyes
and so forth until no realm of mind consciousness.
No ignorance and also no extinction of it,
and so forth until no old age and death
and also no extinction of them.
No suffering, no origination,
no stopping, no path, no cognition,
also no attainment with nothing to attain.
The Bodhisattva depends on Prajna Paramita
and the mind is no hindrance;
without any hindrance no fears exist.
Far apart from every perverted view one dwells in Nirvana.
In the three worlds
all Buddhas depend on Prajna Paramita
and attain Anuttara Samyak Sambodhi.
Therefore know that Prajna Paramita
is the great transcendent mantra,
is the great bright mantra,
is the utmost mantra,
is the supreme mantra
which is able to relieve all suffering
and is true, not false.
So proclaim the Prajna Paramita mantra,
proclaim the mantra which says:
gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha
gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha
gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha.
(DJ Sakyong Mipham Rinpoche) Waaroor dink jy?
Doodsberig
So, ek voel ‘n bietjie broos vanaand (ek tik dit nou vir die derde keer – dankie WordPress!!!), nadat ek vandag my naam op skouspelagtige – selfs kleurvolle – wyse met ‘n Tendulkar-kolf gemoer het. Dit gaan my ten minste 4 leeftye neem om hieroor te kom – ek hoop hulle het goeie shrinks in die jaar 2121.
Hoe reageer jy as jy jouself so vergat het? Wel ek het al gesulk, dit afgelag, gepeins oor die diepere betekenis daarvan, gedink dit is nie so erg nie en gewens dit het nie gebeur nie. Maar ek het nog nie gegrens nie. Toe sien ek toevallig Beaches is vanaand op TV. As jy nog nie die fliek gesien het nie, dit gaan oor twee vroue se jarelange vriendskap. En dan kry die een kanker. Kinders is betrokke en mans wat ontrou is. Hectic. Bette Midler speel daarin en sing Wind beneath my wings. As jy teen die einde nie grens nie, het jy nie ‘n hart nie.
So, ter wille van solidariteit, sinkronisiteit en ander groot woorde met klein betekenisse, skink saam met my ‘n glasie wyn, en drink op my eer wat vandag oorlede is. Hier sing Bette The glory of love, ook uit Beaches, om jou in die mood te kry vir die ugly cry (dankie Oprah).
Totsiens
