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Winter in Chicago.
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When a strong wind blows, the clouds vanish and blue sky appears. Similarly, when the powerful wisdom that understand the nature of the mind arises, the dark clouds of ego disappear.
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Don’t let yourself, or your ears, be offended by improper or unscheduled sounds. If, for example, the record is scratchy, okay. You wouldn’t object if you were listening to it sitting by a fire…. crackling logs. Simply close your eyes and allow your ears to hear all sounds around you. Don’t try to name or identify these sounds. Just hear them as you would listen to music. As when you hear a flute or a guitar. Don’t bother about what it means. Your brain will take care of that by itself. Just let your eardrums respond as they will, to all vibrations now in the air.
Alan watts (via purplebuddhaproject)
We think that the world is limited and explained by its past. We tend to think that what happened in the past determines what is going to happen next, and we do not see that it is exactly the other way around! What is always the source of the world is the present; the past doesn’t explain a thing. The past trails behind the present like the wake of a ship and eventually disappears.
Alan W. Watts (via purplebuddhaproject)
“I’m not confused. I’m just well mixed.” ― Robert Frost
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