September 11, 2012

• A Trio

  

   

   

  Crone of night, in thy abode,

  Touch my spirit that's grown cold.

  Hear my prayer, hear my plea,

  Send my spirit back to me.

  Make me wise and make me strong.

  Give me wisdom, give me strength,

  Lend your powers to me at length.

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  “Did you really want to die?"  

  "No one commits suicide because they want to die."  

  "Then why do they do it?"  

  "Because they want to stop the pain.”  

   

  ~ Tiffanie DeBartolo, How to Kill a Rock Star 

   

   

  Better than a thousand words, is one word that brings peace.

   

  ~Buddha~

   

  

  I have no parents
  I make the heavens and earth my parents.

  I have no home
  I make awareness my home.

  I have no life or death
  I make the tides of breathing my life and death.

  I have no divine power
  I make honesty my divine power.

  I have no means
  I make understanding my means .

  I have no magic secrets
  I make character my magic secret.

  I have no body
  I make endurance my body.

  I have no eyes
  I make the flash of lightening my eyes.

  I have no ears
  I make sensibility my ears.

  I have no limbs
  I make promptness my limbs.

  I have no strategy
  I make "unshadowed by thought" my strategy.

  I have no designs
  I make "seizing opportunity by the forelock" my design.

  I have no miracles
  I make right-action my miracles.

  I have no principles
  I make adaptability to all circumstances my principles.

  I have no tactics
  I make emptiness and fullness my tactics.

  I have no talents
  I make ready wit my talent.

  I have no friends
  I make my mind my friend.

  I have no enemy
  I make carelessness my enemy.

  I have no armor
  I make benevolence and righteousness my armor.

  I have no castle
  I make immovable-mind my castle.

  I have no sword
  I make absence of self my sword.

  ~ Anonymous Samurai, fourteenth century

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