The Art Of Angry Zen

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In serenity, I see chaos.

In turmoil, I see order.

And I embrace them.

In creation, I see conflict.

In destruction, I see peace.

And I embrace them.

There is discord in unity,

And harmony in isolation.

And I embrace them.

I see the seeds of life in every death,

The victory in every failure,

Nourishment in every grief stricken tear,

The agony of past sorrows in every laugh,

I see the doubt in every act of boldness,

And I see courage in every defeat.

In silence, I hear a symphony.

In the raging storm, I see stillness.

I see the deepening confusion in every moment of revelation,

The beginning in every ending,

A congregation of deaths in every birth.

In beauty, I see fracture.

In the mundane, I see miracles.

In equality, I see division.

An ocean lies in every teardrop.

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There are times in life when all the world burns. Its ashes and embers descend around you, choking you, singeing you, caressing you. And it feels like all you can do is watch your world crumble and die in an apocalyptic dance. In a single moment, everything lies in ruin.

Except it’s never really a single moment, is it? That moment is what sticks, though. It’s what burns itself into your mind’s eye. It’s what you tell people when they see the sadness, the darkness within, the growing despair radiating from your eyes, your voice; the look of total collapse on your face. But what came before that moment? What series of events, good or bad, brought you to that moment, led you to the gates of Hell, and pushed you in?

And what do you do in the wake of that Moment? We all want to believe what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger. Sometimes, this is true. Sometimes it’s not. And it never happens immediately. It depends on the individual, the circumstances, and of course, the Moment itself, and how it affects the individual. And sometimes, it depends on how many of these Moments the individual has endured.

These Moments change us. Shape us. If we let them, they can destroy us. But always remember... destruction is always an act of creation. To create, you must destroy. You can suffer these Moments, and allow them to become lessons, make them a fiery womb in which you can be reborn. Or you can allow them to destroy you. But through the act of destruction, if you’re strong enough, you can create. 

Time. Time is the long, painful road. A fractured river. It must be endured. And in these dark travels, you can find yourself. If you’re willing. 

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I know someday you'll have a beautiful life

I know you'll be a star

In somebody else's sky

But why

Why

Why can't it be

Why can't it be mine

--Pearl Jam

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Always remember...

[gaynaturewitch]

“Nature is busy creating absolutely unique individuals, whereas culture has invented a single mold to which all must conform. It is grotesque.”

— Jiddu Krishnamurti (via hayleykennedydesign)

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The value of gold, diamonds, silver, precious gems, lies only in the minds of our primitive species.

The same subatomic particles that make up these beautiful and valuable stones also make up pig shit.

Both are equal in the essence of the Universe.

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The Voice of the Universe is Silence. Eternal and deep. Perfect stillness whispering serene calm into the receptive wells of all beings.

The Voice of the Universe is a symphony. A great, overwhelming cacophony of chaos and order, harmony and discord. Breathing life and death, a beautiful storm of creation feeding destruction feeding creation. It is the essence of being.

We are each a note in the symphony, and the silence between notes.

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“I learn a good deal by merely observing you, And letting you talk as long as you please, And taking note of what you do not say.” - T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party

via @the-book-diaries

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REGRET

Regret is a tricky beast. Regret stems from a mistake you made. The Past. The unchangeable Past. Dwelling too deep on the Past can be toxic and dangerous. But if you let it, regret can be a powerful teacher.

The wise learn from their mistakes, and course correct for the future. Once the lesson is learned, a wise man will then let go of regret and focus instead on the lesson learned. Only then can he evolve further.

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I have people. I have close ones. I have One. But solitude sometimes beckons. Sometimes, I just need to be alone, drenched in music. To sing by myself. Sometimes, I need to sing with others. What a wonderful world I have. I have people who allow me to do both.

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There is no "perfect way". Perfection is a goal never to be achieved, but always something to strive for. Perfection is just a concept, but one that can never be fully realized, as there is always room for improvement, personal evolution, and always, ALWAYS, more to learn.