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Do you agree that enjoying sensual pleasure is akin to licking honey on a sharp blade ?
jll
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Do you agree that enjoying sensual pleasure is akin to licking honey on a sharp blade ?
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But yeah you can get in a drunk driving accident or something so horrible due to pleasure.
I'm glad you asked this question. I was just worried about a loved one and drinking.
Then you can enjoy everything including pain and pleasure.
But if you think you own the pleasure then you will hoard it and you will do this because you are selectively focusing on ignoring what hurts you and only not caring about neutral things while completely narrowing in on pleasure.
When there is grasping and this is felt in the body when the concept of permanence for the pleasure binds with the self. Then it is sweet at first and bitter later.
With practice we end the ridiculous notions of permanence and ownership. Then everything is enjoyable.
Pleasure resolves itself as an impersonal process that we can fully enjoy and let go moment by moment.
If we're mindful, it can be very sweet but if not it can turn out to be a bloody mess.
IMHO.
Metta, folks.
That razor is always there, generally we're just desensitized to it in small doses.
Up in the sky’s expanse, true being, unborn, forever pure
Beautiful is the world below me—how many colors do I see
But when I look, I can’t find anything that’s born or has a root
So the time has come to meditate on true reality, of ego-clinging free
All my possessions, all that I enjoy, are like rainbows in the sky
Even their smallest parts have no essence—they don’t exist at all
So when I enjoy illusory pleasures, empty-appearing tea and beer
It’s time to rest in mind’s full moon—empty awareness, radiant clarity
The stages of practice of the Tathagata’s view and meditation
Are skillful methods that clear away ordinary thoughts
So I train in appearance and mind being without base or root—
When sickness and death suddenly strike, I’ll be ready, without regret
In the pattern that this world and life’s appearances weave
Visions of parents, relatives and friends are like illusions and dreams
Like morning mist, they are fleeting, and at the time they dissolve
That’s the time to search for unborn confused mind’s basic reality
In the baseless, rootless and empty confused appearances of life
We suffer from heat and from cold and from so many other things
But diligence in Secret Yana’s practices, so powerful
Makes fox-like cowardice be free all by itself—the time has come!
To what we beautify with hats and clothes, to this heap of elements
We offer tasty food and many other things—whatever we may find pleasing
But the carelessness and craziness of this life will end one day
So be ready to be fearless of the judgment of the mighty Lord of Death
From the country of great snow mountains, a realm of Dharma
Having crossed many hills and valleys and now flying through the sky
I purify illusory flesh and blood into empty-appearing deity
Paths and bhumis’ realizations self-liberated—in this I train
Ha Ha! Dechen Rangdrol’s conduct that’s attachment-free
A Ho! It’s time to fly in the expanse of sky of spacious Mother
~red hot chili peppers
In my dish
How many pieces
Do you wish
Step into a heaven
Where I keep it on the soulside
Girl please me
Be my soul bride
Every woman
Has a piece of Aphrodite
Copulate to create
A state of sexual light
Kissing her virginity
My affinity
I mingle with the gods
I mingle with devinity
Blood sugar baby
She's magik
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Blood sugar crazy
She has it
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Glorious euphoria
Is my must
Erotic shock
Is a function of lust
Temporarily blind
Dimensions to discover
In time
Each into the other
Uncontrollable notes
From her snowwhite throat
Fill a space
In which two bodies float
Operatic by voice
A fanatic by choice
Aromatic is the flower
She must be moist
Blood sugar baby
She's magik
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Blood sugar crazy
She has it
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She's magik
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Blood sugar baby
She's magik
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Blood sugar crazy
She has it
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Blood sugar baby
She's magik
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Blood sugar my girl
She has it
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Spoon with your honey.
but it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty in the world.
Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much.
My heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst.
And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it,
and then it flows through me like rain,
and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life"
Lester Burnham
or sharp blade meeting a timid tongue?
it took me long enough, but there is nothing like weeping and exhibiting real remorse for past faults.
sure, you might still slip due to habit, but once you have hit the iceberg on the head with your heated hammer of vindication, it will crumble, and the tendency will simply erode over time.
also. be real. you are mighty. you have the same potential within you as Shakyamuni.
read some inspiring stories and reflect on them.. "the mind is the chief, the mind is the leader."
You have my sympathy.
Well said.
One day your tongue may be sharp enough to remove knives from the honey . . .
This post just had me thinking . . . we definitely are living a much more luxurious life nowadays but we still have the same human mind and it's bottomless craving for what we don't have but believe we need.
Our craving is so bottomless that a constant stream of sensual pleasure on all six channels will go flaccid and the 'pleasure' elusive. I don't think it is more difficult to suffer nowadays than it was 2600 years ago, at least it doesn't seem true when you consider the causes of suffering are imbedded in the human mind, no different now than it was back then.
Perhaps 'back then' folks didn't have the luxury of mid-life crises or existential angst, so the suffering might have different qualities or labels. No one expected ALL of their children to survive infancy much less make it to an age where they were useful around the house or could take responsibility for the family inheritance. Our expectations nowadays are different, but we still suffer as badly as ever, and have abundant opportunity, as ever, to suffer, and seek the end of it.
Gassho