The Poor Poet (1839) by Carl Spitzweg
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The Poor Poet (1839) by Carl Spitzweg
The Alchemist (Carl Spitzweg, 1860)
im always up at ass o clock doing god knows what
Dont be very woried about me since i deserve all of this
doctor sleepy just prescribed me with 5 more minutes
No meditator and no meditated, / No paths and levels traveled and no signs, / And no fruition bodies and no wisdoms, / And therefore there is no nirvana there, / Just designations using names and statements.
Milarepa, "An Authentic Portrait of the Middle Way"
This brings us back to the words 'poor in spirit'; the poverty that opens the kingdom of heaven lies in the knowledge that if nothing that is mine is really mine, then everything that is mine is a gift of love, divine or human love, and that makes things quite different. If we realise that we have no being in ourselves, and yet we exist, we can say that there is a sustained unceasing act of divine love. If we see that whatever we have, we can in no wise compel to be ours, then everything is divine love, concretely expressed at every single moment; and then poverty is the root of perfect joy because all we have proves love. We should never attempt to appropriate things to ourselves because to call something 'ours', and not a constant gift of God, means less and not more. If it is mine, it is alien to the relationship of mutual love; if it is His and I possess it from day to day, from split second to split second, it is a continuously renewed act of divine love. Then we come to the joyful thought: 'Thanks be to God, it is not mine; if it were mine, it would mean possession, but alas without love.' The relationship to which this thought brings us is what the Gospel calls the Kingdom of God. Only those belonging to the Kingdom who receive all things from the King in the relationship of mutual love and who do not want to be rich, because to be rich means to be dispossessed of love while possessed of things. The moment when we discover God within the situation and that all things are God's and everything is of God, then we begin to enter this divine Kingdom and acquire freedom.
Living Prayer by Anthony Bloom
Why should you consider yourself superior to a worm?
“Do not say in your heart that because you serve God with devekut, cleaving, that you are better than someone else. For the other person was created to serve God, and God has given the other person a mind just as God gave one to you. Why should you consider yourself superior to a worm? The worm serves its Creator with all its capacity and strength. And a human being is just another creature like even a worm or an insect, as it is written in Psalm 22:7, ‘But I am a worm, less than human.’ Indeed, had God not given you a mind, you would only be able to serve God like a worm. This being so — that you are no different from a worm — then how much the more so with regard to other people. Remember that you, the worm, and all the other insignificant creatures are considered as equal companions in the world. All were created and all only have the abilities they were given by God. Always keep this in mind.”
— Attributed to the Baal Shem Tov, but probably authored by Dov Baer of Mezritch. Selection from Tzava’at ha-Rivash. As seen in Lawrence Kushner’s The Way into Jewish Mystical Tradition. Pages 122-123.
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Remember when you had energy to do things? Those were some wild times
Summer Evening, Wheatfield with Setting sun (1888) by Vincent van Gogh
Within my innermost being, [...] you’ve kept me tied with the hot damned snaky coils of a million diurnal desires and expectations ever since that first dawn of creation.
BUDDHADEVA BOSE (বুদ্ধদেব বসু) — Selected Poems of Buddahadeva Bose, transl. by Ketaki Kushari Dyson, (2003)