Lord Buddha

All that we are is the result of what we have thought. If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows him. If a man speaks or acts with a pure thought, happiness follows him, like a shadow that never leaves him.

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We travel the world over to find the beautiful.

"We travel the world over to find the beautiful. "

A Sweet Slice of Summer

A sweet slice of summer,
On a hot a afternoon,

The perfect treat to eat outside,
You don’t even need a spoon.

As you take a big old bite,
Feel the juice begin to run,

Be careful not to eat the seeds,
You spit those out, for fun!

A slice of watermelon,
Just can’t be beat,

It is the taste of summer,
Juicy and sweet!

Little bit of Your Past

Walk and touch peace every moment.
Walk and touch happiness every moment.
Each step brings a fresh breeze.
Each step makes a flower bloom.
Kiss the Earth with your feet.
Bring the Earth your love and happiness.
The Earth will be safe
when we feel safe in ourselves.

The Marigold

When with a serious musing I behold
The grateful and obsequious marigold,
How duly, ev'ry morning, she displays
Her open breast, when Titan spreads his rays;
How she observes him in his daily walk,
Still bending towards him her tender stalk;
How, when he down declines, she droops and mourns,
Bedew'd, as 'twere, with tears, till he returns;
And how she veils her flow'rs when he is gone,
As if she scorned to be looked on
By an inferior eye, or did contemn
To wait upon a meaner light than him;
When this I meditate, methinks the flowers
Have spirits far more generous than ours,
And give us fair examples to despise
The servile fawnings and idolatries
Wherewith we court these earthly things below,
Which merit not the service we bestow.

But, O my God! though groveling I appear
Upon the ground (and have a rooting here
Which hales me downward) yet in my desire
To that which is above me I aspire;
And all my best affections I profess
To Him that is the sun of righteousness.
Oh, keep the morning of His incarnation,
The burning noontide of His bitter passion,
The night of His descending, and the height
Of His ascension ever in my sight,
That imitating Him in what I may,
I never follow an inferior way.

Mountain of Nepal

You ask me why I live on Green Mountain ?
I smile in silence and the quiet mind.
Peach petals blow on mountain streams
To earths and skies beyond All over the land.

The Wonderful World

Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful World,
With the wonderful water round you curled,
And the wonderful grass upon your breast,
World, you are beautifully dressed.

The wonderful air is over me,
And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree
It walks on the water, and whirls the mills,
And talks to itself on the top of the hills.

You friendly Earth, how far do you go,
With the wheat fields that nod and the rivers that flow,
With cities and gardens and cliffs and isles,
And the people upon you for thousands of miles?

Ah! you are so great, and I am so small,
I hardly can think of you, World, at all;
And yet, when I said my prayers today,
My mother kissed me, and said, quite gay,

"If the wonderful world is great to you,
And great to Father and Mother, too,
You are more than the Earth, though you are such a dot!
You can love and think, and the Earth cannot!"

The Greatest Gift

Wordly fools search for exotic masters.
not realizing that their own mind is the master.

The greatest gift to others
is to freely relinquish yourself.

When the mind is always moving, you travel
from one hell to the next hell.

If you use your mind to try and understand reality.
you will understand neither your mind nor reality.

If you try and understand reality without using your mind.
you will understand both your mind and reality.

Buddhist's Worshipping Places

" as a flower blown out by the wind
goes to rest and cannot be defined
so the wise man freed from individuality
goes to rest and cannot be defined.
gone beyond all images-
gone beyond the power of words "

Lord Buddha

"All that we are is the result of what we have thought.
If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows him.
If a man speaks or acts with a pure thought,
happiness follows him, like a shadow that never leaves him. "

Fishtail Mountain

Slowly as the sun sneaks out of dark horizons,
the dissolving veil of night seems to evaporate.
In reaction to sunbeam's tickling it's rock-ice face,
Fishtail displays its blazing blood-red grimace.
The crimson aura gathered off the starboard soon
fades to a tint of magnificent gold, and then to silver,
as dawn matures, radiates to a breathtaking crystal azure.

Serenity-swathed surroundings give an air of fluid
self-meditation but breaking the silence emerge
baby ducks--quack-quack-quack--flocking the water,
bringing to mind a harbinger of the first dawn.

The majestic mountain looks down it's own reflection onto
the horizontal mirror of Lake Fewa's blue-green surface.
Awed by the vista, I sit by an aromatic wildflower across
I listen to the soothing orchestra of pebbles--plip-plop-plip--
as I toss them one after another on the Lake's membrane,
chipping thin slices of water as they bounce in dieing
trajectories, finally, tumbling down under, searching for
Fishtail's scarlet, gold, and silver that just disappeared