It is said reading is the gate of great learning.
Whenever you go to a house, fist you go I thorough the gate.
Therefore the gate is a sign that you have reached the house. Going through this gate, you enter the house and meet with the host.
Reading is the gate to attainment of learning and understanding of reality. Therefore, reading is the gate, not the house. When you see the gate, do not think it is the house. You have to go through the gate to get to the house, which is inside, behind it.
Since reading is a gate, when you read books do not mistake it with understanding. This misconception has made many people remain ignorant of the reality no matter how much they study or how many words they know...
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
A Question between our breath; can LOVE SURVIVE a relationSHIP?
While having a late evening walk with eyes begging for a sight, a remarkable generosity of nature blessed my poor eyes.
Confirming to typical tropical conditions the pre-monsoon late evening showers arrived at a distance.
But before the gloom, dark and the thunder afar arrived across the plains, there was this ineffable beauty of a double rainbow, fourteen layers of colors on top of each other, across the horizon.
Empty though my stomach was, my mind filled with the question, Can love survive a relationship?
It occurred to me by sheer chance that doesn't the question amount to asking whether a rainbow can survive a rain. The signs of one in its fathomless interminable beauty resulting in much needed refreshing rain though eventually will erase the beauty that is a rainbow, undoubtedly follows natures command for needed fertility. To know that, is to know the reality in its innumerable successive manifestations, is to know the 'truth of the situation' as 'it' unfolds between our breath.
Confirming to typical tropical conditions the pre-monsoon late evening showers arrived at a distance.
But before the gloom, dark and the thunder afar arrived across the plains, there was this ineffable beauty of a double rainbow, fourteen layers of colors on top of each other, across the horizon.
Empty though my stomach was, my mind filled with the question, Can love survive a relationship?
It occurred to me by sheer chance that doesn't the question amount to asking whether a rainbow can survive a rain. The signs of one in its fathomless interminable beauty resulting in much needed refreshing rain though eventually will erase the beauty that is a rainbow, undoubtedly follows natures command for needed fertility. To know that, is to know the reality in its innumerable successive manifestations, is to know the 'truth of the situation' as 'it' unfolds between our breath.
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