Naykd Poet, 6 december 2012
Global forces of evil seem of late, to be winning the fight; a fight against those of our world who struggle to make things right; the right to freedoms for all to live a life free from strife; the strife that comes from fear of being taken in the night; the night darkness that conceals tyranny’s flight; (... więcej)
Kazeronnie Mak, 6 december 2012
One day, Buddha passed a respected philanthropist house fortuity.
The master was not at home.
He glanced around that sumptuous house. Everything was very cozy and grandiose. There placed a chaise longue next to the hall.
The master raised some dogs. He specifically doted on one dog very much.
(... więcej)
Kazeronnie Mak, 6 december 2012
A temple stood in the center of a huge lake,
which stretched to the horizon.
The scenery was so beautiful and peaceful.
A great master and his twenty junior monks lived together and cultivated
the wisdom of Buddha in harmony.
Hearsay a precious string of wooden beads had been worn by Buddha, (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 5 december 2012
In the solitude of reclusive abandonment from the norms of civil-psychic presence resides, without limitation imposed and anchored in ignorance, the opportunity for ambitious, conscious exploration; pursuant to the holy-grail of universal conception’s comprehension beyond the confines of neural-synaptic (... więcej)
Naykd Poet, 5 december 2012
As a spider’s web that expands to grow, connecting to others whom I will never truly know, though as their kindred and friendships seem endless to flow, it allows encompassing this worldly globe seem as simple stone’s throw
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W pajęczej sieci, która rozszerza (... więcej)
Kazeronnie Mak, 2 december 2012
It was back to 16 years ago, Guixiang had married to his beloved wife
of neglect the secular remarks.
When he met a woman whose name was Xiulian, a graceful name.
She had divorced from her previous marriages twice already.
He fell madly in love with her, by the time he was only 21 years (... więcej)
Kazeronnie Mak, 2 december 2012
Once upon a time, there had a very ill-tempered woman.
She could rage over a silly little thing always.
She understood that was wrong.
She consulted a Zen Master for improvement, one day.
The Zen Master led her into a room after listened to her distress.
He locked the door up and walked (... więcej)
Ye Caterpillar, 25 november 2012
(BEING A MANIFESTO OF DREAMERS, DREAM AND DREAMING.) 19th November, 2012.
We The Dreamers do hereby afirm and assert the Right to Dream, whensoever and howsoever We, The Dreamers, (... więcej)
Kazeronnie Mak, 21 november 2012
A senior professor said to the students in a class,
‘We are going to do a survey today.’
‘ SURVEY !’ the students thought that might be more interesting than the lecture.
There were only two questions on the paper when they received it.
Question 1 : She is a gorgeously young lady (... więcej)
Kazeronnie Mak, 21 november 2012
An ascetic came from a long journey to an obscure village in a gloomy night.
There were some villagers continuous walking to and fro in the streets.
When the ascetic walked into an alley,
he saw a dim yellow light approaching quietly from the deep end of the alleyway.
A villager said, ‘The (... więcej)
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