“All the lessons learned, unlearned; The young, who learned to read, now blind, Their eyes with an archaic film; The peasant relapses to a stumbling tune, Following the donkey's bray; These only remember to forget. But somewhere some word presses, On the high door of a skull and in some corner, Of an irrefrangible eye, Some old man memory jumps to a child - Spark from the days of energy. And the child hoards it like a bitter toy.” MenChildrenEyeRememberFilmYoungEnergyMemoriesForgetDoorsLessonsBlindPressesFollowingCornersBitterTunesOld ManSparksToysPeasantsSkullsStumblingDonkeyLesson LearnedRelapse Author:Stephen Spender
“Your anger is like a flower. In the beginning you may not understand the nature of your anger, or why it has come up. But if you know how to embrace it with the energy of mindfulness, it will begin to open. You may be sitting, following your breathing, or you may be practicing walking meditation to generate the energy of mindfulness and embrace your anger. After ten or twenty minutes your anger will have to open herself to you, and suddenly, you will see the true nature of your anger. It may have arisen just because of a wrong perception or the lack of skillfulness.” IfsKnowsMayEnergyKnow HowMeditationMinutesFlowerWalkingTenPerceptionMindfulnessSittingAngerTwentiesEmbraceCome UpFollowingBreathingTrue NatureWalking Meditation Author:Nhat Hanh