Arthur Frank Mathews (American, 1860–1945) "Youth" ca. 1917 Oil on Canvas
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“The mind is a machine that is constantly asking: What would I prefer? Close your eyes, refuse to move, and watch what your mind does. What it does is become discontent with That Which Is. A desire arises, you satisfy that desire, and another arises in its place. This wanting and rewanting is an endless cycle for which, turns out, there is already a name: samsara. Samsara is at the heart of the vast human carnival: greed, neurosis, mad ambition, adultery, crimes of passion, the hacking to death of a terrified man on a hillside in the name of A More Pure And Thus Perfect Nation--and all of this takes place because we believe we will be made happy once our desires have been satisfied.
I know this. But still I'm full of desire...
"Buddha Boy”― George Saunders, The Braindead Megaphone
Tap Into A Different Frequency With Buddha Boy & MC Mystie's "Heartbeat"
Today, we invite you to take a break from the world. It’s time to connect to your inner being with the help of music. Ukrainian-Canadian Recording Artist Buddha Boy a.k.a. Bodhi has been creating the type of music that shares various viewpoints, aims to connect with the people in a positive way, and promote good vibes and peace. In an exclusive, we get his new single, “Heartbeat“.
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The mind is a machine that is constantly asking: What would I prefer? Close your eyes, refuse to move, and watch what your mind does. What it does is become discontent with that-which-is. A desire arises, you satisfy that desire, and another arises in its place. This wanting and rewanting is an endless cycle for which, turns out, there is already a name: samsara. Samsara is at the heart of the vast human carnival: greed, neurosis, mad ambition, adultery, crimes of passion, the hacking to death of a terrified man on a hillside in the name of A More Pure and Thus Perfect Nation—and all of this takes place because we believe we will be made happy once our desires have been satisfied.
Life is suffering, the Buddha said, by which he did not mean Every moment of life is unbearable but rather All happiness/rest/contentment is transient; all appearances of permanence are illusory.
I know this. But still I'm full of desire. I want my legs to stop hurting. I want something to drink. I even kind of want another hot roll.
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Seven months, I think? The kid has been sitting there seven months?
Something occurs to me: It's one thing to, from afar, project a scheming, greedy group of villagers in a faraway land, but when you actually get to the land, you see that, before they were scheming, they had intact, in-place lives, lives that did not involve scheming. They were fathers, husbands, grandfathers, keepers-of-backyard-gardens, local merchants. They had reputations. For someone to risk these preexisting lives (lives which are, in this case, small, impoverished, precarious) would take a considerable level of forethought, risk, and diabolical organization. Imagine that first meeting: Okay, so what we'll do is get a kid to pretend to be meditating and not eating, then sneak him food and water and get the word out internationally, and before long—bingo—we've got six grand in the bank! Everyone in agreement? Ready? Let's go!
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You know that feeling at the end of the day, when the anxiety of that-which-I-must-do falls away and, for maybe the first time that day, you see, with some clarity, the people you love and the ways you have, during that day, slightly ignored them, turned away from them to get back to what you were doing, blurted out some mildly hurtful thing, projected, instead of the deep love you really feel, a surge of defensiveness or self-protection or suspicion? That moment when you think, Oh God, what have I done with this day? And what am I doing with my life? And how must I change to avoid catastrophic end-of-life regrets?
I feel like that now: tired of the Me I've always been, tired of making the same mistakes, repetitively stumbling after the same small ego strokes, being caught in the same loops of anxiety and defensiveness. At the end of my life, I know I won't be wishing I'd held more back, been less effusive, more often stood on ceremony, forgiven less, spent more days oblivious to the secret wishes and fears of the people around me. So what is stopping me from stepping outside my habitual crap?
Disaster (sickness, death, loss) is guaranteed and in fact is already en route, and when it comes, it hurts and may even destroy us.
We fight this by making ourselves less vulnerable, mastering the physical, becoming richer, making bigger safety nets, safer cars, better medicines.
श्रद्धालुओं के गायब होने पर जांच के घेरे में घिरे नेपाल के धार्मिक गुरु 'बुद्धा बॉय'
श्रद्धालुओं के गायब होने पर जांच के घेरे में घिरे नेपाल के धार्मिक गुरु ‘बुद्धा बॉय’
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एक नेपाली आध्यात्मिक गुरु जिनको उनके अनुयाई बुद्ध का पुनर्जन्म मानते हैं वह कई भक्तों के लापता हो जाने के चलते जांच के साये में फंस गए हैं. सोमवार को काठमांडू पुलिस ने यह जानकारी दी. रामबहादुर बोमजन, जिसे ‘बुद्धा बॉय’ कहा जाता है, 2005 में प्रसिद्ध हुए थे. जिसके बाद उनके अनुयायियों…
