“Joker Man.”

[Tony]

“Joker Man.”

Everything is broken, and will always be broken.
The broken-seed is the quality in all creation.
Nothing lasts, so why cry when it's gone? This is a tough lesson to learn.
The joke is that we still hold onto our creations as real.

We are the Joker People.
Very soon the film will be over, and you will have to leave the cinema, along with your trash.
If you get too upset, there is always another film playing down the road.
I see you already have your popcorn!

Reading this, some may say,
“What is the point of going over and over this subject?”
“It has been said many times already, I get the message!”
“Leave me alone!”

How many times a day do you remind yourself that this is all a mental projection?
How many times do you forget that this all a mental illusion?

The maths is probably around 2 minutes in every 24 hours.
Even in a 20 minute meditation session, there is only probably 2 minutes of actual meditation...let's be honest here!
Most of us spend a quarter of our lives asleep, so if we live till the age of 80 years, we will have slept for 26 years of them.
The rest of the time we are either occupied, or in a vacant state

So reminders are of utmost importance. Look at it this way, you are worth it!

We are not a big deal, but we make a big deal out of everything.
We get overheated by the emotions.
We become wheeler-dealers: “I do this and I get something back.”

The joke is, I give 50% of myself and I get 50% back from others. That sounds fair.
What is actually going on is that I give 50% and hold 50% back!
That is conditional.
Unconditional is giving 100%...and that is not so easy.

Here's another joke: Happiness.
If you were to ask someone what makes them happy, out would come a mighty list!
They are describing conditions that make them happy...this is conditional happiness.
Take the condition away and the happiness goes.
The real joke is that searching for happiness causes suffering, because once found, it has to be maintained, and one fears losing it.

If there is conditional happiness, then there has to be an opposite...unconditional happiness.
A happiness that does not rely on conditions.
Why? Because you are already happy, but did not notice!

This world will throw a lot of projections at us in the coming year: note them but don't react.
This non-reaction is non-compliance.
Then the joke is on them!!!



When the egg cracks, the chick cannot help but be free... !

Thank goodness everything gets broken.:eyebrows:
Tony

[gigha]

It was the best version that i could find :)

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“Joker Man.”

Everything is broken, and will always be broken.
The broken-seed is the quality in all creation.
Nothing lasts, so why cry when it's gone? This is a tough lesson to learn.
The joke is that we still hold onto our creations as real.

We are the Joker People.
Very soon the film will be over, and you will have to leave the cinema, along with your trash.
If you get too upset, there is always another film playing down the road.
I see you already have your popcorn!

Reading this, some may say,
“What is the point of going over and over this subject?”
“It has been said many times already, I get the message!”
“Leave me alone!”

How many times a day do you remind yourself that this is all a mental projection?
How many times do you forget that this all a mental illusion?

The maths is probably around 2 minutes in every 24 hours.
Even in a 20 minute meditation session, there is only probably 2 minutes of actual meditation...let's be honest here!
Most of us spend a quarter of our lives asleep, so if we live till the age of 80 years, we will have slept for 26 years of them.
The rest of the time we are either occupied, or in a vacant state

So reminders are of utmost importance. Look at it this way, you are worth it!

We are not a big deal, but we make a big deal out of everything.
We get overheated by the emotions.
We become wheeler-dealers: “I do this and I get something back.”

The joke is, I give 50% of myself and I get 50% back from others. That sounds fair.
What is actually going on is that I give 50% and hold 50% back!
That is conditional.
Unconditional is giving 100%...and that is not so easy.

Here's another joke: Happiness.
If you were to ask someone what makes them happy, out would come a mighty list!
They are describing conditions that make them happy...this is conditional happiness.
Take the condition away and the happiness goes.
The real joke is that searching for happiness causes suffering, because once found, it has to be maintained, and one fears losing it.

If there is conditional happiness, then there has to be an opposite...unconditional happiness.
A happiness that does not rely on conditions.
Why? Because you are already happy, but did not notice!

This world will throw a lot of projections at us in the coming year: note them but don't react.
This non-reaction is non-compliance.
Then the joke is on them!!!



When the egg cracks, the chick cannot help but be free... !

Thank goodness everything gets broken.:eyebrows:
Tony

[Ineffable Hitchhiker]

Everything is broken, and will always be broken.
The broken-seed is the quality in all creation.
Nothing lasts, so why cry when it's gone? This is a tough lesson to learn.
The joke is that we still hold onto our creations as real.

...

Thank goodness everything gets broken.:eyebrows:
Tony


You have a way with words!
And I thank you for that.

This post reminded me of a story I often tell to the kids at school.



A water carrier had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of these pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots of water to the house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its imperfections, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.

After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself and want to apologize to you. I have been able to only deliver half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts”, the pot said.

The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there are flowers only on your side of the path, but not the other pot's side?" That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house."

THE MORAL OF THE STORY

Each of us has our own flaws. We're all cracked pots, but it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them.

Remember to appreciate the diversity in your life, your environment and workplace.
And mostly remember, in the end, we are all just crack(ed) pots!

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[Tony]

BOB DYLAN LYRICS




"Jokerman"

Standing on the water, casting your bread
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing
Distant ships sailing into the mist
You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing
Freedom just around the corner for you
But with truth so far off, what good will it do.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

So swiftly the sun sets in the sky
You rise up and say goodbye to no one
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread
Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don't show one
Shedding off one more layer of skin
Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

You're a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds
Manipulator of crowds, you're a dream twister
You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah
But what do you care ? Ain't nobody there would want marry your sister
Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame
You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy
The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed
Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features
Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space
Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

Well, the rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame
Preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain
Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks
Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin
Only a matter of time 'til the night comes stepping in.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

It's a shadowy world, skies are slippery gray
A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet
He'll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat
Take the motherless children off the street
And place them at the feet of a harlot
Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants
Oh, Jokerman, you don't show any response.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.





¤=[Post Update]=¤

Bob again.


Broken lines broken strings
Broken threads broken springs
Broken idols broken heads
People sleeping in broken beds
Ain't no use jiving
Ain't no use joking
Everything is broken.

Broken bottles broken plates
Broken switches broken gates
Broken dishes broken parts
Streets are filled with broken hearts
Broken words never meant to be spoken
Everything is broken.

Seem like every time you stop and turn around
Something else just hit the ground
Broken cutters broken saws
Broken buckles broken laws
Broken bodies broken bones
Broken voices on broken phones
Take a deep breath feel like you're chokin'
Everything is broken.

Everytime you leave and go off someplace
Things fall to pieces in my face
Broken hands on broken ploughs
Broken treaties broken vows
Broken pipes broken tools
People bending broken rules
Hound dog howling bullfrog croaking
Everything is broken.

[gigha]

You just can't top that :cool:








BOB DYLAN LYRICS




"Jokerman"

Standing on the water, casting your bread
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing
Distant ships sailing into the mist
You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing
Freedom just around the corner for you
But with truth so far off, what good will it do.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

So swiftly the sun sets in the sky
You rise up and say goodbye to no one
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread
Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don't show one
Shedding off one more layer of skin
Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

You're a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds
Manipulator of crowds, you're a dream twister
You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah
But what do you care ? Ain't nobody there would want marry your sister
Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame
You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy
The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed
Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features
Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space
Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

Well, the rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame
Preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain
Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks
Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin
Only a matter of time 'til the night comes stepping in.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.

It's a shadowy world, skies are slippery gray
A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet
He'll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat
Take the motherless children off the street
And place them at the feet of a harlot
Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants
Oh, Jokerman, you don't show any response.

Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.





¤=[Post Update]=¤

Bob again.


Broken lines broken strings
Broken threads broken springs
Broken idols broken heads
People sleeping in broken beds
Ain't no use jiving
Ain't no use joking
Everything is broken.

Broken bottles broken plates
Broken switches broken gates
Broken dishes broken parts
Streets are filled with broken hearts
Broken words never meant to be spoken
Everything is broken.

Seem like every time you stop and turn around
Something else just hit the ground
Broken cutters broken saws
Broken buckles broken laws
Broken bodies broken bones
Broken voices on broken phones
Take a deep breath feel like you're chokin'
Everything is broken.

Everytime you leave and go off someplace
Things fall to pieces in my face
Broken hands on broken ploughs
Broken treaties broken vows
Broken pipes broken tools
People bending broken rules
Hound dog howling bullfrog croaking
Everything is broken.

[ViralSpiral]

Unconditional happiness. I GET IT!!!


I once tour-lead a group through the Stellenbosch wine farms. We came across a little "island" in suburbia, with a small lake and many willow trees. The green green lawn was full of white egrets. I burst into tears. It was SO beautiful! I often remember that moment. Of course I couldn't explain it and they may be talking about me to this day ;)

YAY!


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[Tony]

Everything is broken, and will always be broken.
The broken-seed is the quality in all creation.
Nothing lasts, so why cry when it's gone? This is a tough lesson to learn.
The joke is that we still hold onto our creations as real.

...

Thank goodness everything gets broken.:eyebrows:
Tony


You have a way with words!
And I thank you for that.

This post reminded me of a story I often tell to the kids at school.



A water carrier had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of these pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots of water to the house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its imperfections, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.

After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself and want to apologize to you. I have been able to only deliver half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts”, the pot said.

The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there are flowers only on your side of the path, but not the other pot's side?" That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house."

THE MORAL OF THE STORY

Each of us has our own flaws. We're all cracked pots, but it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them.

Remember to appreciate the diversity in your life, your environment and workplace.
And mostly remember, in the end, we are all just crack(ed) pots!

http://i40.tinypic.com/352kcut.jpg

I do like that story.
Every sentient being is of value, to enrich the universe.
The universe being, every sentient being.

[Kindred]

A water carrier had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of these pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots of water to the house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its imperfections, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.

After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself and want to apologize to you. I have been able to only deliver half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts”, the pot said.

The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there are flowers only on your side of the path, but not the other pot's side?" That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house."

THE MORAL OF THE STORY

Each of us has our own flaws. We're all cracked pots, but it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them.

Remember to appreciate the diversity in your life, your environment and workplace.
And mostly remember, in the end, we are all just crack(ed) pots!

http://i40.tinypic.com/352kcut.jpg

I now remember this story but it's been so long since I heard or read it, this repeat has been a wondrous reminder. Thank You!

[Tony]

Remember, don't forget.

[Tarka the Duck]

When the egg cracks, the chick cannot help but be free... !


And once it has cracked, there is no going back...did Humpty want to be put back together again??

Kathie

[Tony]

The world seems intent on making things better by covering inner pain up.
When I was young and not so young I was always being told, "Don't be so awkward!"
Whenever I asked awkward questions....silly me!

[jorr lundstrom]

Little bird laughing, maybe at some projected them, wot do ya think, NUGGET?



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fc_-icFHwQo&feature=related

[Tarka the Duck]

@ Jorr

Love the bird!
But I came over all sloppy and sentimental at the word "nugget"...

Kathie

[jorr lundstrom]

@ Jorr

Love the bird!
But I came over all sloppy and sentimental at the word "nugget"...

Kathie

Yeah Luv, lovely bird, I feel that bird has found her true nature,

even living it, unconditionally. No holier than thou NUGGETRY there. LOL

Love and carrots on me.

[Tony]

I do miss nugget man!!!!!!!!!

[shamanseeker]

Me, too! Hi Lord Sid if you're reading :)

[Tony]

Me, too! Hi Lord Sid if you're reading :)

Well, the devil must be in me tonight....I MISS LORD SIDIOUS!!!!!
Did I actually say that....brush my teeth and call me Mablel!