Friday, February 26, 2016
Fields of Dreams
I dream of something, but it is unclear. A dream of desire. A field of them. Desires like truths. There are millions. Pick one and make it your own. Deform yourself around it. It is "yours."
The Buddha says. . . rid yourself of desires.
I'll rid myself of the desire to make good pictures again. That is the path to true Nirvana.
Early and long, full day at the factory. I must rid myself of the desire not to go.
Ghandi said a person should do two things s/he doesn't want to do every day.
Churchill responded that he did. He went to bed at night and rose in the morning.
Oh those Brits.
Posted by cafe selavy at 7:44 AM