Bodhisattva Guanyin

(...)

Eyebrows like a crescent moon,

Eyes like a pair of stars,

A jade face full of heavenly happiness,

Scarlet lips making a touch of red.

Her pure bottle of sweet dew is ever full,

The willow twigs in it are always green.

She delivers from the eight disasters,

Saves all living beings,

Great is her compassion.

She stays on Mount Tai,

Lives in the Southern Sea,

Rescues the suffering when she hears their cries,

Never failing to answer every call,

Infinitely divine and miraculous.

Her orchid heart admires the purple bamboo;

Her orchid nature loves the fragant creeper.

She is the merciful ruler of Potaraka Island,

The living Guanyin of the Tide Cave.

Taken from Journey to the West by Wu Cheng´en

1bigo

A vida está cada vez mais dentro do que fora.

 

Esfolamos o cerebro de informaçao, alimentamos-nos de paranoias, e gritamos sem valores: "Eu! Eu! Eu! Eu!"

 

P: E onde estás tu?

 

R: Masturbando o umbigo ao enquanto me vejo ao espelho.

 

Para mais informaçao: FACE(your)BOOK (tema: estatisticas do voyeurismo e narcisismo global)

hey

hey
been trying to meet you
hey
must be a devil between us
or whores in my head
whores at my door
whores in my bed
but hey
where
have you
been if you go i will surely die
we're chained

uh said the man to the lady
uh said the lady to the man she adored
and the whores like a choir
go uh all night
and mary ain't you tired of this
uh
is
the
sound
that the mother makes when the baby breaks
we're chained



by Black Francis

de McLurg e o massacre nos EUA

de McLurg e o massacre nos EUA

Nos anos 70, um jornalista inglês estabeleceu uma relação de importância em caso de tragédias, de acordo com a proximidade do evento. Pela tese dele, um inglês morto, em termos de noticiabilidade, equivale a cinco franceses mortos, 20 egípcios, 500 indianos e 1.000 chineses. É a Lei de McLurg, como ficou conhecida.
Lembrei-me desse lei, que descobri num livro do português Mauro Wolf ("Teorias da Comunicação"), com o massacre na Virginia Tech, nos Estados Unidos. E desconfio que, embora ela seja aplicável no país, a noticiabilidade nos jornais brasileiros varia não conforme a distância física, mas conforme a nossa submissão cultural.
Por causa dessa submissão, um norte-americano rico vale mais do que alguns nordestinos pobres, em termos de noticiabilidade. E um norte-americano vale, pelo menos, mais do que mil iraquianos. Um israelense equivale a pelo menos 20 palestinos, que ainda ganham um adjetivo nada lisonjeiro nas descrições.

in: http://luizerbes.blogspot.com/2007/04/lei-de-mclurg-e-o-massacre-nos-eua.html

When your truth forsakes its shyness,
When your fears surrender to your strength
You will begin to experience
That all existence
Is a teaming sea of Infinite life.

In a handful of ocean water
You could not count all the finely tuned
Musicians
Who are acting stoned
For very intelligent and sane reasons

And of course are becoming extremely sweet
And wild.

In a handful of the sky and earth,
In a handful of God,

We cannot count
All the ecstatic lovers who are dancing there
Behind the mysterious veil.

True art reveals there is no void
Or darkness.

There is no loneliness to the clear-eyed mystic
In this luminous, brimming
Playful world.

HAFIZ

The Subject Tonight Is Love
60 Wild and Sweet Poems of Hafiz
Versions by Daniel Ladinsky

Peak

The Peak, stood there defiant,

a master surveying it's employee

a proud dictator of the

old world order.

A Pick, was used against it

iron and diamond. The workers hand

sweat and blood trying to drill,

break throught.

To Peek, the curtain where all corruption

is height upon , compared and given smiling,

on a take-away box or a

fortune telling cookie.

A Pick, carved the proud stone mountain.

When tired, rested in it's jade green curves

of water and trees.

To Peek, the end of the fight,

as man falls on he's knees; a bow.

Divinity entangled on the maze

of mirrors and steel.

The Peak smiles of love for the

little brave man and impressed,

bends slowly towards the sea: a bridge.

Jesus was chinese by heart, he said, wherever he rested a pagoda was made.

Also all this swerving bridges where made to remind people that love/hate are entangled in everything and that it's no shame to feel.

Jesus was part of a minority; even when he's walking attitude reminded us of a master he kept he's heart closer to all the little ones.

Jesus is the foreign word for China's Big Heart and rare is the man who stumbles into this secret with a clean heart; for the others the way is as useless as a past joy.