Category: The Arts
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RINGU TULKU RINPOCHE’S FAVOURITE STORY
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COMPASSION
Amongst the flowers I am alone with my pot of wine drinking by myself; then lifting my cup I asked the moon to drink with me, its reflection and mine in the wine cup, just the three of us; then I sigh for the moon cannot drink, and my shadow goes emptily along with me…
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DRINK YOUR TEA
Drink your tea slowly and reverently, as if it is the axis on which the world earth revolves – slowly, evenly, without rushing toward the future; Live the actual moment. Only this moment is life. Thich Nhat Hahn
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FRISBEE GIANT
Malcolm Sutherland is a Director, animator, illustrator, in Montreal, Quebec.
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WINTER WALK IN VOGRIE PARK
Winter walk with the Nepalese community in Edinburgh led by Monica Wilde and Dr Mark Watson, Head of Flora at the Botanic Garden Edinburgh. Yeshe Dorje.
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Elsewhere
Japan Shinbazu Pond – even these withered lotuses can lift my heart heated toilet seat – memories of growing up in a large family deep-fried pork: I await instructions on how to eat it we look through the dark to the place where Mount Fuji is supposed to be arrival…
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ODE TO MANCHESTER
The blood of Irish, Catholic immigrantsAnd Russian, Jewish refugeesFlows through the veins of this Buddhist nun,A seeker of wisdom, compassion and peace, Whose path has encircled the world and alightsNow in Edinburgh, where it has stayed.But my heart cries out for Manchester,For Manchester where I was made. And I weep to see your suffering,Caused by…
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LAZY LAMA FILM
Renowned German filmmaker Niko von Glasow’s newest film is now available to view here! LAZY LAMA FILM The film…
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TO A POET A THOUSAND YEARS HENCE
I who am dead a thousand years, And wrote this sweet archaic song, Send you my words for messengers The way I shall not pass along. I care not if you bridge the seas, Or ride secure the cruel sky, Or build consummate palaces Of metal or of masonry. But have you wine and music…
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Sheila Atim: Tight Connection to My Heart
Sheila Atim winner of the Olivier Award, 2018 for Girl from the North Country at the Old Vic and the Noel Coward Theatre sings Bob Dylan’s Tight Connection to My Heart. la
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Remember
Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; you understand…
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Autumn Leaves by Yenne Lee
Here’s Yenne Lee with her arrangement of the Joseph Kosma standard Autumn Leaves. She’splaying a great 2004 Pepe Romero Jr. classical guitar in cedar and maple.
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Maeve O’Sullivan.
Morning Silence, haiku from Dónal Creedon’s Tullow Retreat, August 2018 discarded crisp bag: a faded Mr. Tayto still smiling *** talk about listening I zone out for a bit *** walking meditation: you are moving slowly too little ladybird *** morning silence the brewing coffee gurgles *** early drizzle creating a round stain in this…
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Existence
It is night. Rain pelts the roof. The soul awakens to a flooded Earth – a sea of storm roaring, then passing. In that short moment, shirting lines and shapes, fleetingl barely seen. Before the passing moment tilts and falls to melancholy, laughter sojnds in quiet raindrops. …
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Reasons to Meditate
to practice noticing to understand simple things to give myself clarity to face inevitable difficulties to make a conscious choice to welcome my feelings to know pain to experience the bliss of effort to take gentle possession of my mind to free my mind to be aware of my sinsitivity to dip below superficiality…
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Zen Poetry
Summer grasses: all that remains of great soldiers’ imperial dreams – Basho O Snail, Climb Mount Fuji But slowly, slowly! K.Isha ” I have not heard of a single Buddha, past or present, who has been enlightened by sacred prayers and scriptures.” – Bassui The wind has settled, the blossoms have fallen; Birds sing,…
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Poem
Sitting cross legged on a wooden floor above the tiny desk, pine branches hang in rain before my eyes thru glass – a drop falls from the roof edge broken earth here, pebbles brought from afar scattered by white treestump, green grass Crowds the path – Grey streaks my beard, I…