Let us strive for peace in the midst of the storm.On 2003-01-17 00:13, peeplj wrote:Yeah, it's that kind of night alright.On 2003-01-16 23:14, PhilO wrote:
This has been a strange night. I'm somehow sad tonight for the first time in a while...Nothing to do with the Board...just a strange night...
Goodnight all and we'll try again in the morning.
Philo
I think a storm is coming.
Can't we all just get along.....without cursing?
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Looked like a full moon here last night (which is tonight in the US.) Now where is Jim Stone when you need him? It is the Buddhists who talk of the still point at the centre of the storm isn't it? It's the best place for mice and men, ... er, persons.On 2003-01-17 00:56, Grannymouse wrote:
I'll tell you what the problem is......we are approaching full moon! The mouse has spoken!!!
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I find that people who are angry, mad, nit-pick or swear a lot haven't gotten any in a while.
It would be best if they just faced the truth about their frustration and got that high end whistle they've needed for so long.
It would be best if they just faced the truth about their frustration and got that high end whistle they've needed for so long.
Music and songs were part of a cowboy's life. It is said that a trail boss would never pick a fellow that could not sing or whistle.
I was playing music while this was
happening--much good fun.
We actually have
become more civil of late, IMHO,
especially Jessie and Loren.
I've been watching these
threads for years. I think the above mentioned
have put some real energy into
becoming kinder and gentler
on line, while remaining themselves.
If I may express myself honestly,
I think that's admirable.
Starting threads to mock
individual people here is
a bad idea, obviously.
Wombat wanted some Buddhism.
Here's a story:
Once while hitchhiking in India
I woke up on a train station
(I had spent the night sleeping
on a bench) sick as a dog.
The station master put me on
a bicycle rickshaw and I was
pedaled to a government hospital.
I found myself on a bed on
the far end of a long wing,
about 60 beds long. The hospital
couldn't feed people or bathe them.
In India your family has to do
that, so there were people crouched
between the beds, cooking for
people, washing clothes in basins.
Across from me, one bed to the left,
was a man who was dying.
He was crying out in delirium,
a young doctor was giving him
an injection, but the doctor
was plainly going through the
motions. The man's wife and daughter
were squatting in the aisle,
watching this. They looked like
tribal people, they were in colorful
dresses and they wore heavy gold
earings that stretched their
ear lobes.
Three sparrows came bursting
in the window to my right and flew
chirping joyously along the ceiling,
down the hospital wing and out a
window. There was silence as they
flew outside back to my corner of the
wing and then they burst in
the window again, and proceeded
down the wing...
Two doctors, looking about 15 and
holding hands, came to my bed.
'We're going to give you
intravenous glucose and water!'
they said. 'Like hell you are,'
I responded. But a nurse came over
and begged me to cooperate.
The needle was blunt and hurt
badly, and the water was cold,
so that I started shivering.
My teeth were chattering.
I started to shout to take
this damn needle out of my
arm or I would do it myself.
Awhile later the man across
from me died. His wife threw
herself on his body. Her sobs
echoed up and down the wing.
Meanwhile the people between the
beds were cooking and washing
clothes in basins. I was shouting
to take the damn needle out of my arm,
or I would do it myself.
And the sparrows were flying
along the ceiling of the
wing, chirping joyously.
I said to myself:
'I see. There's room for
everything! There's the mind
that says Yes to this, and No
to that, but finally what is, IS,
and there's room for it all!'
I'd been meditating a lot
and so I became a bit enlightened,
you see, but it didn't last.
Still there's a saying: Even
though we cannot always see,
we can always know.
So I figure I've learned that
there's a lot of room in the
world, a lot of space,
room for everything--for joy,
anger, sorrow, fear, life and
death, for the people we like,
for those we don't like.
Things arise and pass away in a big
empty space, and praise heaven,
there's room in it for everything!
Above all, today, there's room
for everybody on this board, imperfect
people one and all, but real.
If God exists, he cares about
how kind we are to one another.
May you be happy and peaceful.
Love to all, Jim
<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: jim stone on 2003-01-17 14:49 ]</font>
happening--much good fun.
We actually have
become more civil of late, IMHO,
especially Jessie and Loren.
I've been watching these
threads for years. I think the above mentioned
have put some real energy into
becoming kinder and gentler
on line, while remaining themselves.
If I may express myself honestly,
I think that's admirable.
Starting threads to mock
individual people here is
a bad idea, obviously.
Wombat wanted some Buddhism.
Here's a story:
Once while hitchhiking in India
I woke up on a train station
(I had spent the night sleeping
on a bench) sick as a dog.
The station master put me on
a bicycle rickshaw and I was
pedaled to a government hospital.
I found myself on a bed on
the far end of a long wing,
about 60 beds long. The hospital
couldn't feed people or bathe them.
In India your family has to do
that, so there were people crouched
between the beds, cooking for
people, washing clothes in basins.
Across from me, one bed to the left,
was a man who was dying.
He was crying out in delirium,
a young doctor was giving him
an injection, but the doctor
was plainly going through the
motions. The man's wife and daughter
were squatting in the aisle,
watching this. They looked like
tribal people, they were in colorful
dresses and they wore heavy gold
earings that stretched their
ear lobes.
Three sparrows came bursting
in the window to my right and flew
chirping joyously along the ceiling,
down the hospital wing and out a
window. There was silence as they
flew outside back to my corner of the
wing and then they burst in
the window again, and proceeded
down the wing...
Two doctors, looking about 15 and
holding hands, came to my bed.
'We're going to give you
intravenous glucose and water!'
they said. 'Like hell you are,'
I responded. But a nurse came over
and begged me to cooperate.
The needle was blunt and hurt
badly, and the water was cold,
so that I started shivering.
My teeth were chattering.
I started to shout to take
this damn needle out of my
arm or I would do it myself.
Awhile later the man across
from me died. His wife threw
herself on his body. Her sobs
echoed up and down the wing.
Meanwhile the people between the
beds were cooking and washing
clothes in basins. I was shouting
to take the damn needle out of my arm,
or I would do it myself.
And the sparrows were flying
along the ceiling of the
wing, chirping joyously.
I said to myself:
'I see. There's room for
everything! There's the mind
that says Yes to this, and No
to that, but finally what is, IS,
and there's room for it all!'
I'd been meditating a lot
and so I became a bit enlightened,
you see, but it didn't last.
Still there's a saying: Even
though we cannot always see,
we can always know.
So I figure I've learned that
there's a lot of room in the
world, a lot of space,
room for everything--for joy,
anger, sorrow, fear, life and
death, for the people we like,
for those we don't like.
Things arise and pass away in a big
empty space, and praise heaven,
there's room in it for everything!
Above all, today, there's room
for everybody on this board, imperfect
people one and all, but real.
If God exists, he cares about
how kind we are to one another.
May you be happy and peaceful.
Love to all, Jim
<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: jim stone on 2003-01-17 14:49 ]</font>
