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“The only people who can change the world are the people whom the world cannot change.” -Josiah Samuel Harry
Masterpiece and Spontaneity. A Zen Story.
Masterpiece and Spontaneity
A master calligrapher was writing some characters onto a piece of paper. One of his especially perceptive students was watching him. When the calligrapher was finished, he asked for the student’s opinion – who immediately told him that it wasn’t any good. The master tried again, but the student criticized the work again.
Over and over, the calligrapher carefully redrew the same characters, and each time the student rejected it. Finally, when the student had turned his attention away to something else and wasn’t watching, the master seized the opportunity to quickly dash off the characters. “There! How’s that?,” he asked the student. The student turned to look. “THAT…. is a masterpiece!” he exclaimed.
Meanings: “Originality is what makes each of us a masterpiece. Don’t stick to the same old way of doing things.”
“Stop thinking and just do what’s natural for you, instead of what’s expected. Some of our best work is done when we least expect it.”
“You can’t perform perfectly under the watch of critical eyes. When you don’t force perfection, it happens by itself, spontaneously. Great things happen when you least suspect it.”
“Whenever you watch over someone you make them self-conscious and uncreative. It’s like trying to teach a child. If you let them alone they will usually figure it out themselves and it will be great.” – See
Free; A short story.
She was a princess; and a queen; and a leader
She was stunning and punctual
A poetic goddess with a gleaming smile
Anything and everything at her fingertips
Although she never asked for it
So beautiful and yet so sad and lonely
Its true that money can’t buy you happiness
Nor can beauty define your soul
She wept many nights and days
Wishing she could be swept off her feet
And taken far, far from here
For the constraints of her life were a world of hell
She wanted so badly to see outside these walls
The walls built to protect
Yet desecrated everything sacred
The walls circled her like vultures
Awaiting her death to finally close in
She stayed awake late nights to watch the constellations
Every shooting star a wish
And many tears that followed
One late night on a full moon s
Guards tending to other things
Her royal queen decided she can no longer stay
She fastened bedsheets to a tree
And fell hard on the ground outside the walls
The wind whispered through the trees
As she walked along a path to unknown
And when morning rised
She was on her own
The princess had never felt so alone
So vunerable; but she continued to walk
The sun continued to rise
And the birds began to chirp
Like the birth of a new world
And the sun kissed her skin
And the world finally made sense
That she was finally vulnerable
Finally independant
Alone and on her own
Peace and serenity
It all began.
Nina
Zen Stories; The other side.
One day a young man on his journey home came to the banks of a wide river. Staring hopelessly at the great obstacle in front of him, he pondered for hours on how to cross the river.
Just as he was about to give up, he saw a great teacher on the other side of the river. The young man yells over to the teacher, “Oh wise one, can you tell me how to get to the other side of this river”?
The teacher ponders for a moment looks up and down the river and yells back, “My son, you are on the other side”.
A look back at where I was exactly one year ago today: Life at The Lookout shelter. Homeless Winter in 2015/2016
This interview doesn’t contain the full spectrum of harsh winter and overcrowding situation at that point in time; the situation was considered an emergency and the doors were never closed no matter how many people came in the door. The staff did a great job considering the mass amount of people in need but Vancouver has always been a homeless hub of Canada and will forever need more funding and staff.
-Nina
The Tao of Pooh <3
“What day is it?” asked Pooh
“It’s today.” Squeeked Piglet
“My favourite day.” Said Pooh”
-The Tao of Pooh
DO YOU, BE YOURSELF AND BE A GOOD QUITTER | BACK TO SCHOOL CHIT CHAT with Egypt English
No one is a Buddhist via – Zen Flash
Ram Dass has shared a story of a young woman who told him, “My family hates when I’m a Buddhist but loves when I’m a Buddha.” In other words, its not what religion we identify ourselves with that m…
Source: No one is a Buddhist
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