silent echoes
¡Feliz cumpleaños, Betza!

Tu embrujas mi conocimiento / Lucero / Tu incandescente Fuego consume mi infinito Aire / Largo de una extremidad, delgado de la otra / Nos sentamos y compartimos nuestras vidas / Ninguna lengua compartida / Sí, los corazones se comunican! / Cuerpos pulsantes con deseo ardiente / el monje tigre y el baile de cabra / Incapaz de hablar el idioma del otro / Sin embargo, la serenidad de nuestra compañia / Dedos elegantes que bailan en el teclado / Cabello como el ébano, como una cascada hasta la cintura / Bailando en la noche, sintiéndome solo, veo / Hipnotizantes ojos mirando profundamente en los míos / Y siento que tu mirada alcanza el fin del universo / En lo profundo de mi corazón infinito / Y reconozco la presencia de tu Soberanía / En su postura erguida, en sus decisiones / Y, sin embargo, cuando miro profundamente a tus ojos / Veo una bailarina impulsada por el viento / Dormir soñando artista lápices, tintas y pinturas / Brazos encurvados, músculos apretados, reluciente de sudor / Mi Reina, me enamoré de usted tan pronto como vi tus ojos / Aunque yo no lo sabía, cuando viniste a verme / Yo sabía que era verdad. Ay! Mi amor es incondicional / Un rayo de sol que ilumina desde dentro / Tu sonrisa radiante roba el aire de mi Corazón / Con su majestuoso Fuego, que acecha mi Conciencia / Este rey errante / Su Luz oculta entre los hombres / Su corazón se desborda de gratitud / Por haber tenido un encuentro inolvidable de las Almas / Este errante guerrero-poeta, este monje / Atormentado por el recuerdo de la perfección / Vive libre! Con el viento bajo sus alas!

You haunt my Consciousness / Little Bright Star / Your incandescent Fire consumes my infinite Air / Long of limb, slender of form / We sit and share our lives / Neither sharing a language / Yes, the hearts communicate! / Bodies pulsing with burning desire / Tiger Monk and Dancing Goat / Unable to speak the other’s language / Yet the serenity of our company / Elegant fingers dancing on the keys / Hair like ebony, falling like water to your waist / Dancing in the night, feeling alone, I espy / Mesmerizing eyes looking deep into mine / And I feel your gaze reach the end of the universe / Deep within my infinite Heart / And I recognize the presence of Sovereignty / In your erect posture, in your decisions / And yet, when I look deep into your eyes / I see a ballerina blown by the wind / Sleeping artist dreaming of pencils, inks, and paints / Arms curling, muscles bunching, sweat glistening / My Queen, I fell in Love with you as soon as I saw your eyes / Even though I didn’t know it, when you came to see me / I knew it to be true. Ay! My Love is unconditional / A sunbeam illuminates you from within / Your radiant smile steals the Air from my Heart / With your regal Fire, you haunt my Consciousness / This wandering King / His Light hidden among men / His heart spills over with gratitude / For having had an unforgettable meeting of Souls / This wandering warrior-poet, this monk / Haunted by the memory of perfection / Live free! With the wind beneath your wings!

¡Feliz cumpleaños, Betza!

Tu embrujas mi conocimiento / Lucero / Tu incandescente Fuego consume mi infinito Aire / Largo de una extremidad, delgado de la otra / Nos sentamos y compartimos nuestras vidas / Ninguna lengua compartida / Sí, los corazones se comunican! / Cuerpos pulsantes con deseo ardiente / el monje tigre y el baile de cabra / Incapaz de hablar el idioma del otro / Sin embargo, la serenidad de nuestra compañia / Dedos elegantes que bailan en el teclado / Cabello como el ébano, como una cascada hasta la cintura / Bailando en la noche, sintiéndome solo, veo / Hipnotizantes ojos mirando profundamente en los míos / Y siento que tu mirada alcanza el fin del universo / En lo profundo de mi corazón infinito / Y reconozco la presencia de tu Soberanía / En su postura erguida, en sus decisiones / Y, sin embargo, cuando miro profundamente a tus ojos / Veo una bailarina impulsada por el viento / Dormir soñando artista lápices, tintas y pinturas / Brazos encurvados, músculos apretados, reluciente de sudor / Mi Reina, me enamoré de usted tan pronto como vi tus ojos / Aunque yo no lo sabía, cuando viniste a verme / Yo sabía que era verdad. Ay! Mi amor es incondicional / Un rayo de sol que ilumina desde dentro / Tu sonrisa radiante roba el aire de mi Corazón / Con su majestuoso Fuego, que acecha mi Conciencia / Este rey errante / Su Luz oculta entre los hombres / Su corazón se desborda de gratitud / Por haber tenido un encuentro inolvidable de las Almas / Este errante guerrero-poeta, este monje / Atormentado por el recuerdo de la perfección / Vive libre! Con el viento bajo sus alas!

You haunt my Consciousness / Little Bright Star / Your incandescent Fire consumes my infinite Air / Long of limb, slender of form / We sit and share our lives / Neither sharing a language / Yes, the hearts communicate! / Bodies pulsing with burning desire / Tiger Monk and Dancing Goat / Unable to speak the other’s language / Yet the serenity of our company / Elegant fingers dancing on the keys / Hair like ebony, falling like water to your waist / Dancing in the night, feeling alone, I espy / Mesmerizing eyes looking deep into mine / And I feel your gaze reach the end of the universe / Deep within my infinite Heart / And I recognize the presence of Sovereignty / In your erect posture, in your decisions / And yet, when I look deep into your eyes / I see a ballerina blown by the wind / Sleeping artist dreaming of pencils, inks, and paints / Arms curling, muscles bunching, sweat glistening / My Queen, I fell in Love with you as soon as I saw your eyes / Even though I didn’t know it, when you came to see me / I knew it to be true. Ay! My Love is unconditional / A sunbeam illuminates you from within / Your radiant smile steals the Air from my Heart / With your regal Fire, you haunt my Consciousness / This wandering King / His Light hidden among men / His heart spills over with gratitude / For having had an unforgettable meeting of Souls / This wandering warrior-poet, this monk / Haunted by the memory of perfection / Live free! With the wind beneath your wings!

Cathedral of San Gervasio, Vallalodid

Cathedral of San Gervasio, Vallalodid

Cahuachi pyramid temple. This site was incredible. 24 square kilometers of buried mudbrick pyramids with only this one evacuated. I didn’t realize as we were driving in that all the low sand dunes & small hills were buried pyramids & then on the way out it just blew my mind to recognize they were there.

Cahuachi pyramid temple. This site was incredible. 24 square kilometers of buried mudbrick pyramids with only this one evacuated. I didn’t realize as we were driving in that all the low sand dunes & small hills were buried pyramids & then on the way out it just blew my mind to recognize they were there.

10 insanely beautiful photographs of the milky way by Yan Larsen

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drdavidmrmack:

brianmichaelbendis:

 Breaking Bad ad for Hostess Twinkies by Brendan Tobin.

B(re)aking  Bad

drdavidmrmack:

brianmichaelbendis:

 Breaking Bad ad for Hostess Twinkies by Brendan Tobin.

B(re)aking  Bad

arletterocks:

Isn’t it humbling to write hundreds and hundreds of words about sexism and gender and entitlement and then remember that “Flight of the Conchords” nailed the whole displacement-of-responsibility and nice-guy rage things in, like, four sentences?

weirdshitblog:

To most of us, chemistry is a class in high school we got a B in and being able to measure just the right amount of sugar into our Kool-Aid without fumbling around for the measuring cup.


"Seriously, man, it’s a fucking art."

But it’s an invaluable science, and without centuries of…

The problem with having a “discreet” conversation with a deaf friend about somebody else in the room because as soon you say, “that guy behind you…” they go and do this…
(via the-real-deaf-life)

kadrey:

Animated solar flare porn.

joehillsthrills:

(I was asked to repost this to make it rebloggable, so here it is again)

Sleepyhollowjacks asks: During your Heart-Shaped Box writing days, how did you divide your time between projects? A few days a week on the occasional short story, the rest on Judas? One of my short stories isn’t so…

I am old, older than thought in your species, which is itself fifty times older than your history. Though I have been on earth for ages I am from the stars. My home is no one planet, for many worlds scattered through the shining disc of the galaxy have conditions which allow my spores an opportunity for life. The mushroom which you see is the part of my body given to sex thrills and sun bathing, my true body is a fine network of fibers growing through the soil. These networks may cover acres and may have far more connections that the number in a human brain. My mycelial network is nearly immortal, only the sudden toxification of a planet or the explosion of its parent star can wipe me out. By means impossible to explain because of certain misconceptions in your model of reality all my mycelial networks in the galaxy are in hyperlight communication across space and time. The mycelial body is as fragile as a spider’s web but the collective hypermind and memory is a vast historical archive of the career of evolving intelligence on many worlds in our spiral star swarm. Space, you see, is a vast ocean to those hardy life forms that have the ability to reproduce from spores, for spores are covered with the hardest organic substance known. Across the aeons of time and space drift many spore-forming life-forms in suspended animation for millions of years until contact is made with a suitable environment. Few such species are minded, only myself and my recently evolved near relatives have achieved the hyper-communication mode and memory capacity that makes us leading members in the community of galactic intelligence. How the hypercommunication mode operates is a secret which will not be lightly given to man. But the means should be obvious: it is the occurrence of psilocybin and psilocin in the biosynthetic pathways of my living body that opens for me and my symbiots the vision screens to many worlds. You as an individual and man as a species are on the brink of the formation of a symbiotic relationship with my genetic material that will eventually carry humanity and earth into the galactic mainstream of the higher civilizations. Since it is not easy for you to recognize other varieties of intelligence around you, your most advanced theories of politics and society have advanced only as far as the notion of collectivism. But beyond the cohesion of the members of a species into a single social organism there lie richer and even more baroque evolutionary possibilities. Symbiosis is one of these. Symbiosis is a relation of mutual dependence and positive benefits for both of the species involved. Symbiotic relationships between myself and civilized forms of higher animals have been established many times and in many places throughout the long ages of my development. These relationships have been mutually useful; within my memory is the knowledge of hyperlight drive ships and how to build them. I will trade this knowledge for a free ticket to new worlds around suns younger and more stable than your own. To secure an eternal existence down the long river of cosmic time I again and again offer this agreement to higher beings and thereby have spread throughout the galaxy over the long millennia. A mycelial network has no organs to move the world, no hands; but higher animals with manipulative abilities can become partners with the star knowledge within me and if they act in good faith, return both themselves and their humble mushroom teacher to the million worlds all citizens of our starswarm are heir to.
From Psilocybin - Magic Mushroom Grower’s Guide
Tiger MonkThis tiger monk adrift in samsāra
Stripes balancing yin and yang
Desiring bodies passion-soaked
Rainbow fire burning oil on water
Solitary moon awash in strength
Blazing trails into the rising East
Sharp bhakti claws softly sheathed
Raw gaze barely contains intensity
Silent countenance hides satcitānanda
Coiled muscles dying to leap
Tiger eyes stare across the Void
Bodies aloof as the East wind
Serene heart whirls volcanic Love
Balanced passion and steadfastness
I and I, thee and thou
Unconditionally, I am Love
A tiger with a monk’s soul
Tiger Monk

This tiger monk adrift in samsāra
Stripes balancing yin and yang
Desiring bodies passion-soaked
Rainbow fire burning oil on water
Solitary moon awash in strength
Blazing trails into the rising East
Sharp bhakti claws softly sheathed
Raw gaze barely contains intensity
Silent countenance hides satcitānanda
Coiled muscles dying to leap
Tiger eyes stare across the Void
Bodies aloof as the East wind
Serene heart whirls volcanic Love
Balanced passion and steadfastness
I and I, thee and thou
Unconditionally, I am Love
A tiger with a monk’s soul

Thirty Six Steps to Empowerment

1. I am grateful and give thanks to the difficult aspects of my life as I know that adversity is my greatest teacher.

2. I know that I am always at the right place at the right time and that each person, place and thing that comes my way is perfect.

3. I have the courage to be different as I no longer need the approval of others.

4. I manage my expectations accordingly as I know that all pain and agony occur when there is a contradiction between the ego’s expectations and the reality of the moment.

5. I trust that there is an Infinite Self and I am less vulnerable to the manipulating fear of the ego.

6. I open my heart to hear the answers instead of depending upon the intellect.

7. I conform to what I feel from my Infinite Self as opposed to the norms and expectations of society.

8. I do not compare my unique self with anyone else.

9. I accept what I have and where I am today and don’t confuse my current reality with goals for the future. [note: if you do not have any goals, create some]

10. I am satisfied as I know that all is well with the world right now.

11. I continue to expose myself to the present moment and come closer to my Infinite Self.

12. The less I care about the future the freer I become.

13. I need less and less to be happy.

14. As I maintain balance I create energy and power.

15. I continue to give thanks for what I have and know that I am blessed.

16. I maintain discipline by having a greater desire for wisdom than my need to accommodate the ego.

17. I maintain harmony by not judging, criticizing or complaining about other people or circumstances.

18. I am conscious and respectful of the needs of others and they are conscious and respectful of my needs.

19. I maintain objectivity by being an unemotional observer.

20. I attract what I want by seeing, feeling and experiencing what I want as if I already have it.

21. I attract what I want by being centered and having a clear intention.

22. I don’t talk about myself nor explain what I know or do.

23. When I feel angry, I stop and emotionally go within to figure out what I’ve lost and agree to lose it.

24. By respecting other living things, I am respected.

25. I practice non-action by watching the ebb and flow of events and getting underneath life.

26. I attract what I want by effortlessly allowing it to come to me.

27. I know that my job on this planet is to experience, express myself, create, grow and transcend.

28. I know that nothing is permanent and all change is a “gift.”

29. I serve humanity through my silence.

30. I easily change as I have no fear of not knowing.

31. By changing I create energy. By creating energy I affirm life.

32. I am light hearted and laugh a lot. I flee from seriousness as it is a disease of the ego.

33. I accept being here and not being here as equal in value.

34. When things don’t feel right, I do nothing as my actions are initiated by my certainty.

35. I know that life is a sacred journey and feel humility and gratitude.

36. I fear not death as it is my friend.

 

From Shenker, M. (2009). “Empowerment Chapter 8 (of 10)-Empowering Others.” Emergence : Complexity and Organization 11(4): 88.

               

Demons Kōan

“Master Muoga, tell me of demons.” Pita said.

Master Muoga and Pita walked slowly up the hill through the downtown Friday night crowd. The air was hot and humid. Flashing neon chased shadows around the busy street. The crossing beeped and Muoga and Pita quickened their pace to cross the intersection.

“A demon is a madness; a feeling that takes control of your life,” Muoga said. “It overpowers will with a series of waves of emotion, desire, and regret. And people suffer.”

A group of drunken youth bowled towards Muoga and Pita. The young men glared fiercely at one another and catcalled passersby. Their girlfriends clung to them like thug-life accessories.

“How can you be untouched by the suffering of the people?” Pita asked.

“You see demons everywhere.” Muoga said, “They are Maya dancing in Brahman. Their names are legion.”

“Hare Krishna Hare Krishna, Krishna Krishna Hare Hare,” A drumbeat followed the chant down the hill. “Hare Rama Hare Rama, Rama Rama Hare Hare, Hare Krishna…” Shoppers, drunks, nightclubbers, and homeless on the sidewalk got out of the way of the Hare Krishna devotees who were dancing towards Muoga and Pita, chanting their names for God, and drumming ecstatically. Muoga and Pita moved to the side of the walk and watched as the troupe passed by.

“I don’t understand,” Pita said. He frowned. “You’re not possessed. You’re a Master. You’re not like anyone else. You don’t need to drink, shop, or chant the names of God.”

Muoga laughed. “I have many demons. They stir restlessly in me. I feel for my fellow human, for I share the demons of sex, drugs, language, and regret. We are all possessed, Legion.”

“Demons are fed by your attention. Starve them of attention, and they wither away.” Muoga said, “This doesn’t mean that they disappear.”

Muoga waved at the Hare Krishna devotees, who were now dancing in a wide circle near the intersection while they waited for the lights to change.

“They’re feeding their addiction to their ecstatic absorption in the names of God. Perhaps some of them believe that God will come to them if they chant mantra.” Muoga said. “People generally feed their demons in the same way. I only let you call me Master, because my demons are dried husks of their former selves. There by grace I have gone and I have returned.”

Muoga and Pita watched the Hare Krishna troupe cross the intersection. Some drunkards were mocking their dancing, but the Hare Krishna devotees just smiled and laughed at them.

“Hare Krishna devotees have renounced the modern world,” Pita said. “But they still remain attached to the mantra, to the lifestyle, to so many things.”

“Our demons teach the value of renunciation. Renunciation is not material, but spiritual.” Muoga said. “If we renounce and surrender our attachment to the fruits of our actions, there is peace.”

“My demons will die if I give up my fears and worries about the outcome of my work?” Pita asked.

Muoga laughed and said, “Give it all to God!”

Pita smiled at Muoga. Two pretty girls saw his smile and as he noticed them, they winked at him and giggled, and Pita blushed.

“We cannot escape desire or attachment, but we can be wise about what we desire and attach to,” Muoga said. “And if we desire to master our demons or attachments, all we need to do is embrace them with compassion and love, and they will fall away on their own.”

Pita laughed, “I’ll embrace my inner demons tonight!”













Williamson Ave, Grey Lynn
November 2, 2011

Ben Newman’s art is just that perfect mix of sexy & twisted for a Sunday morning.