Hello NB friends
Yeah, this probably doesn't really belong in this thread or even follow acceptable NB guidelines but perhaps the moderators here will give it some timeful grace.
Recently, some neighbors of mine (through the Rainbow Coalition), heard about someone who escaped Afghan Taliban imprisonment and made it over the border into a neighboring country. That neighboring country is now implementing a program of forcibly deporting any refugees found within their borders back to their country of origin. For this refugee it would be a death sentence.
8 of us have decided to band together to raise the funds for a Federal Canadian sponsorship program to give this person Canadian refugee status into Canada.
Any contribution towards this endeavor would be appreciated.
For more details see
https://my.charitableimpact.com/groups/rainbow-afghanistan-to-victoria-refugee-sponsorship-group
Cheers all.
Howard Mitchell
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Hello everyone,
Thought we might enjoy a thread for discussing the Buddhist quotes we post in the "Buddhist quotes" thread.
@Jeroen posted:
“Don't seek the truth. Just cease to cherish opinions.”
— Zen Proverb
I wonder if the "cherish" part is important? I ask this because it seems to me that even very advanced and/or realized practitioners/teachers still hold opinions, just maybe in a light and non-attached manner?
Anyway, just a thought to get us started.
@Jeroen said:
Smiling in public
Mrs. Walker's workplace is pretty much a joke lately. The Supervisors have no clue what they are doing, and can't co-ordinate the different crews on site. So people have been in the lunch room waiting for other crews to get out of their way. Everyone was berated for laughing and giggling in the lunch room. She wanted me to make her a sign saying 'No Laughing or Giggling', so she could post it. I didn't think that was a good idea.
Rules
Walker
“Until you practice surrender, the spiritual dimension is something you read about, talk about, get excited about, write books about, think about, believe in -- or don't, as the case may be. It makes no difference. Not until you surrender does it become a living reality in your life. When you do, the energy that you emanate and which then runs your life is of a much higher vibrational frequency than the mind energy that still runs our world -- the energy that created the existing social, political, and economic structures of our civilisation, and which also continuously perpetuates itself through our educational systems and the media. Through surrender, spiritual energy comes into this world.”
— Eckhart Tolle
Jeroen
Cranky Old Man
What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!
Jeroen