I like writing these cryptic poems or lines. It is full of meaning for me and holds little meaning for others. I like it because it condenses my thoughts, and the best part is: that maybe I still know what it once meant to me in a future reading, something that does not always happen.
A winter descended, and from nothing, ice appeared. From nothing, you say?
My dark and light side rest in balance against me at least I hope so
A lonely island where imagination lives dark and secluded
See! Two horizons. A sunset at their crosspoint. The road is now free.
1 46 The artist’s sense of truth. – In regard to knowledge of truths, the artist possesses a weaker morality than the thinker; he does not wish to be deprived of the glittering, profound interpretations of life and guards against simple and sober methods and results. He appears to be fighting on behalf of the greater dignity and significance of man; in reality he refuses to give up the presuppositions which are most efficacious for his art, that is to say the fantastic, mythical, uncertain, extreme, the sense for the symbolical, the over-estimation of the person, the belief in something miraculous in genius: he thus considers the perpetuation of his mode o reaction more important than scientific devotion to the truth in any form, however plainly this may appear.
The past changes
with the mood I play
with yesterday
Jiddu Krishnamurti
When I understand myself, I understand you, and out of that understanding comes love. Love is the missing factor; there is a lack of affection, of warmth in relationship; and because we lack that love, that tenderness, that generosity, that mercy in relationship, we escape into mass action which produces further confusion, further misery. We fill our hearts with blueprints for world reform and do not look to that one resolving factor which is love.
I maintain that truth is a pathless land, and you cannot approach it by any path whatsoever, by any religion, by any sect. That is my point of view, and I adhere to that absolutely and unconditionally. Truth, being limitless, unconditioned, unapproachable by any path whatsoever, cannot be organized; nor should any organization be formed to lead or to coerce people along any particular path. If you first understand that, then you will see how impossible it is to organize a belief. A belief is purely an individual matter, and you cannot and must not organize it. If you do, it becomes dead, crystallized; it becomes a creed, a sect, a religion, to be imposed on others.
How do you listen? Do you listen with your projections, through your projection, through your ambitions, desires, fears, anxieties, through hearing only what you want to hear, only what will be satisfactory, what will gratify, what will give comfort, what will for the moment alleviate your suffering? If you listen through the screen of your desires, then you obviously listen to your own voice; you are listening to your own desires. And is there any other form of listening? Is it not important to find out how to listen not only to what is being said but to everything – to the noise in the streets, to the chatter of birds, to the noise of the tramcar, to the restless sea, to the voice of your husband, to your wife, to your friends, to the cry of a baby? Listening has importance only when one is not projecting one’s own desires through which one listens. Can one put aside all these screens through which we listen, and really listen?
Am I so emotional because I am tired or am I tired because I am so emotional
A dark attitude nothing to unexpected only one white piece
Have you ever wondered why most of your bosses were so inept. Is it because their boss saw a reflection and fell in love? Or is it the two-face gene that rises to the top?
We all judge each other at our workplace. We judge the losers and also the winners and our equals; we judge in secret. But in the end, we share the same, and that is the boss.
The boss I talk about is not disliked because they are inapt, as in not good at their work; who is? They are disliked because they think they are good at their work; they are not, well, rarely.
Self-reflection and, thus, doubt is seen as the shortest way to undermine your authority; that’s what most people in authority think. This is probably true for the people who feel insecure in the position they cling to.
Authentic leaders have such a thick skin that every glimpse of doubt is extinguished before it reaches the surface. All the other little bosses should not fool themselves because they certainly don’t fool us.
But let’s be honest, we all also love a good boss, a leader who takes our hand and our worried mind because we all know that we don’t know. Even our boss would give it up all if they could, for one more time, to grab their mother’s hand high above their head.
For future visitors to my blog, here is an excerpt from a dictionary from 2283 to explain what boss means.
boss
Other forms: bosses; bossed; bossing
A boss was a medieval authority figure, often the person who told you what to do at work. If you worked as a waiter, your boss might be the restaurant manager.
A boss at a job might have hired you, given you feedback on your work, or told you what your responsibilities were. When someone was in charge of a group, you could have described that person as a boss as well: “She’s the boss of the French club — she tells everyone what to do.” To boss someone is to do just this, order them around. Boss comes from a Dutch root, baas, “master.”
Are you a vessel that's drifting on time and tide without a proud name
Something seems to be moving around and forwards almost in silence
329 The right time to swear fidelity. -We sometimes proceed in a spiritual direction that is contrary to our talents; for a time, we struggle heroically against the tide and the wind, basically against ourselves: we become tired, pant; whatever we accomplish brings no real joy, for we think we have paid too great a price for this success. Indeed, we despair about our fertility, our future, perhaps in the midst of victory. Finally, finally, we turn around- and now the wind blows in our sail and drives us into our channel. What happiness! How certain of victory we feel! Now, for the first time, we know what we are and what we want; now we swear fidelity to ourselves and are permitted to do so -as those who know.
It is underneath me where I have almost touched that what separates
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