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mountains make you calm... especially if everyone else is calm too.... it's a positive ripple. if only people would slow down a little and be in the moment more. i have difficulty with it too sometimes because society and life in general seems so demanding so complicated when it could be so simple. stress causes so many different types of diseases including cancer.
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Pain is too good a teacher to say we arn't supposed to experience it on a regular basis. Pain is for enduring. It either ends or it doesn't. Don't rue it or dismiss, dance with it. Put yourself through the painful things you choose and the painful ones you don't will avoid you, or atleast, not seem so bad. Remember, everytime you experience pain, your setting yourself up for the joy that comes when the pain is over.
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physical pain only there is a flood of calm afterwards some would say chemicals in my brain my happiness just chemicals in my brain blissed_out on pain and ink emotional and mental pain are deluded they obscure the path purified through meditation i sit i visualize i dedicate i chant i practice but afterwards i am not calm new_ink tattoos bring me a kind of bliss like nothing else there is nothing else empty of everything else but this all_pervading calm they are my children art i carry everywhere with me a reason for a girl like me to admire herself naked i stood at the busstop in the sunshine and the afterwards bliss invaded me it was all there was i could feel all the molecules around me filled with wonder calm in a way that my anxiety_ridden heart is never calm i was awake to the beauty of the world that is usually covered in the delusions of my suffering i was awake even for just a second nirvana
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a new air envelops the old, develops, unfolds, persuasive in its touch, evasive oh so much, in us, we fuss, we damage, we pillage, we trust, delivers from rivers of lust and reminds that time is both real and lost, both steam and frost, both freedom and cost. its simple yet complex, both abstinence and sex, both joy and pain. for in all there was and all there will be it remains, it drains, and replenishes,it kills and brings life, it stops and starts, it begins and ends, it begins again. but drifting through this world, piercing the air, making insignificant ripples and realizing everchanging truths is all part of the illusion, the lower part of the higher purpose, creating anew in each moment a fight to fight, and a struggle to overcome, as if one existed in the first place, crippling and rehabilitating, to cripple again: the process. deep tears, deep cries, deep revelation, depth dies. the enlightenment of pain
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it soul good
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