๐๐ซ๐๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ = ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ... ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ. ๐๐จ๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐๐๐ซ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ข๐๐. ๐๐๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ญ๐๐ค๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ "๐ฌ๐๐๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ๐."
Wednesday, March 31, 2021
Tuesday, March 30, 2021
Wronski's Wreader
Gatekeeper ... It's Coming
How to Get to Sesame Street
Dumb is the New Smart
Bend Over. It's Coming
iToast
An Educational Idea
Where to Go
Celebrities
All My Relations
Ad Biggies
Specially Selected
New Jersey
Glen Ridge Post Office
Colorful Montclair
Farmers Market
New York City
US Flags
From in the Shoebox
Places
Poetry
Selected Other
Poem for Judgement Day
[W]rants
Don't Be a "Googlehead"
I Am NOT a Therapist!
Kids Today!
Some Family!
The Myth of Progress is Dead?
Pull the Plug
That's No Way To Treat a Lady
Vote 2012
What's Going On?
Where to Go
Words and Phrases We Can Do Without
Would It Kill You to Wave Howdy and Smile?
Young
Religion
Jesus and Buddha... What’s the Difference?
Reminiscences
When I Was a Boy
I Was an Ad Biggie
Me and Ms. Greene
Miss Polonis
Miss Raven
My Dad's Dodge Main Badge
Nuts and Ducks and Caps and Scraps
My Coach
The Pink School House
Peach Pit Monkey
Saved Things
Self Blessing
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
Warm Weather Gear
Zen in the Cherry Tree Garden
Satire
I Can Do It Better
Stories
The Blue Chair
The Sampei Siamese Green Jade Dragon Key
TRUTH
Ehphester Et THE Epfted. Or, Did She?
Halloween 2015
Sushi Boy
The Garden Party
That Soup of the 7 Swords
Spookonia
That Mรคdchen in Mรผnchen
A Bedtime Story
Children
Documentary on Rolfing
Does It Hurt?
Einstein on Energy
Fascia Research
Give the Credit to Gravity
I Am NOT a Therapist!
Personalized Assistance for Balanced Living
On Human Balance
Rolf Talks Golf
Self Blessing
Shake Hands with Gravity
Something You Can Do
Spinning In Ida's Grave
Where Do You Live?
Droppin' in on Ol' Amsterdam
Ultimate Things
AWAKENING
Bahubali
Friday, March 26, 2021
Monday, March 22, 2021
Happiness can not be found through great effort and willpower, but is already present, in open relaxation and letting go.
Don’t strain yourself, there is nothing to do or undo.
Whatever momentarily arises in the body-mind has no real importance at all, has little reality whatsoever.
Why identify with, and become attached to it, passing judgment upon it and ourselves?
Far better to simply let the entire game happen on its own,
springing up and falling back like waves – without changing or manipulating anything – and notice how everything vanishes and reappears, magically, again and again, time without end.
Only our searching for happiness prevents us from seeing it.
It’s like a vivid rainbow which you pursue without ever catching, or a dog chasing its own tail.
Although peace and happiness do not exist as an actual thing or place, it is always available and accompanies you every instant.
Don’t believe in the reality of good and bad experiences.
They are like today’s ephemeral weather, like rainbows in the sky.
Wanting to grasp the ungraspable, you exhaust yourself in vain.
As soon as you open and relax this tight fist of grasping, infinite space is there – open, inviting and comfortable.
Make use of this spaciousness, this freedom and natural ease.
Don’t search any further looking for the great awakened elephant, who is already resting quietly at home, in front of your own hearth.
Nothing to do or undo, nothing to force, nothing to want, and nothing missing .
Emaho! Marvelous!
Everything happens by itself.
Friday, March 19, 2021
One Roll of Film on a Summer Day New York City 1980
On a Roll
Riding in Style in the Village.
Angie. Trash and Vaudeville. St. Marks Place.
Radiant Sri Chimnoy Devotee. East Village, Sullivan Street.
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