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Thursday, February 13, 2014
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Behind the Blizzard
Behind the Blizzard
Snow, snow, snow!
And wind, and blizzard.
How good to be inside…?
In small and warm room…
On other side of the window is cold.
On the Outer Side of the Life is Mystery!
Why to think about outer Side?
It is not enough To Be…?
Here and Now?
To Be Happy?
To Be Here and Now?
………………………?
The blizzard
Have to be great
Metaphor of the Life?
I’m wondering if
I can live - without Outer Space
In my mind?
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Monday, October 17, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
An Homage
I paid homage to Beauty’s altar
Not conscious that is only skating-rink or…
“Down hill ecstasy.”
And still ignorant: how is possible,
Than good God leaving us at pray of Beauty,
Which paralyze those, who sacrifice own fate.
And I fell astonishment and grief
That life is a line of renunciation
Steady expose on suffering our tender senses.
Finally punish that way: showing others suffering
Whereas ours are just sentimental tears…
Where is the Beauty
Which affect and same time sublimate ones?
Where is the place for
What fill our self
And leave deep inside emptiness …
Who’s going to judge this?
leonard gorski © 2004
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Meditation
Meditation refers to a family of mental exercises designed to focus attention in a way that interrupts the typical flow of thoughts, worries, and analysis (Shapiro, 1984; Wilson, 1986).
Meditation takes many forms and has many meanings in various cultures. Here we are interested in meditation as a self-control strategy for lowering physical and mental arousal. People who regularly use meditation as a stress reduction technique often report less daily physical arousal and anxiety. Even if meditation is not practiced daily, it may be a useful technique for interrupting worries and fearful thinking (Wilson, 1986).
Meditation takes two major forms. In concentrative meditation, attention is given to a single focal point, such as an object, a thought, or one's own breathing. In contrast, receptive meditation is “open,” or expansive. That is, attention is widened to include a non-judgmental awareness of one's total subjective experience and presence in the world (Walsh, 1984).
An example of this type of meditation is losing all self-consciousness while walking in the wilderness with quiet and receptive mind. Although it may not seem so, receptive meditation is regarded as more difficult to attain than concentrative meditation (Smith, 1986).
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Contemplation
For Emil Varda
Spots we dwells
For while,
People we meet
On the Way...
Call from Unknown
Is a milestone.
World is a pair
Of wings - to unfold,
World might be heavy stone.
Spots we dwells
For while,
People we meet
On the Way...
Call from Unknown
Is a milestone.
World is a pair
Of wings - to unfold,
World might be heavy stone.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Friday, July 9, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Peak Experiences
Blanketed by an azure sky, orange-yellow rays of the setting sun can, at special times, gift us with a moment of such considerable beauty, we find ourselves momentarily stunned, with frozen gaze. The splendor of the moment so dazzles us, our compulsively chattering minds give pause, so as not to mentally whisk us away to a place other than the here-end-now. Bathed in luminescence, a door seems to open to another reality, always present, yet rarely witnessed.
Abraham Maslow called these "peak experiences," since they represent the high moments of life where we joyfully find ourselves catapulted beyond the confines of the mundane and ordinary. Might just as well have called them "peak" experiences. During these expansive occasions, we sneak glimpse of eternal realm of Being itself. If only foe a brief moment in time, we come home to our True Self.
"Ah," one might sigh, "so grand... if only I could stay here. But how do I take up permanent residence?"
Foreword to the Eckhart Tolle's "The Power of Now. A Guide To Spiritual Enlightenment" by Russ DiCarlo
Author, Towards A New World View: Conversations at the Leading Edge,
Erie, Pennsylvania USA
January, 1998
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Souvenirs
A lonely room and empty chair
Another day so hard to bear
The things around me that I see remind me of
The past and how it all used to be
From souvenirs to more souvenirs I live
With days gone by when our hearts had all to give
From souvenirs to more souvenirs I live
With dreams you left behind
I'll keep on turning in my mind
There'll never be another you
No one will share the worlds we knew
And now that loneliness has come to take your place
I close my eyes and see your face
Another day so hard to bear
The things around me that I see remind me of
The past and how it all used to be
From souvenirs to more souvenirs I live
With days gone by when our hearts had all to give
From souvenirs to more souvenirs I live
With dreams you left behind
I'll keep on turning in my mind
There'll never be another you
No one will share the worlds we knew
And now that loneliness has come to take your place
I close my eyes and see your face
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Obstacles
If he wants to work on himself, he must destroy his peace. To have them both is in no way possible. A man must make a choice. But when chosing the result is very often deceit, that is to say, a man tries to deceive himself. In words he choses work but in reality he does not want to lose his peace.
Such submission is the most difficult thing there can be for a man who things that he is capable of deciding anything. - Ouspensky
Such submission is the most difficult thing there can be for a man who things that he is capable of deciding anything. - Ouspensky
Who know Higher Life
The eternal world or external life is not a valley of suffering for those who enjoy it, but only for those who know of higher life. The animal enjoys animal life; the intellect the intellectual realm; but he who has entered into regeneration recognizes his terrestrial existence as a burden and prison. With this recognition he takes upon himself the cross of Christ. – Jacob Boehme
The Whole Earth is Covered
If you wear shoeleather, the whole earth is covered with leather - Hari Dass Baba
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Autumn Leaves
Jacques Prevert
Les feuilles mortes
Oh ! je voudrais tant que tu te souviennes
Des jours heureux oů nous étions amis.
En ce temps-lŕ la vie était plus belle,
Et le soleil plus brűlant qu'aujourd'hui.
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent a' la pelle.
Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié...
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent a' la pelle,
Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi
Et le vent du nord les emporte
Dans la nuit froide de l'oubli.
Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié
La chanson que tu me chantais.
[Refrain:]
C'est une chanson qui nous ressemble.
Toi, tu m'aimais et je t'aimais
Et nous vivions tous deux ensemble,
Toi qui m'aimais, moi qui t'aimais.
Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s'aiment,
Tout doucement, sans faire de bruit
Et la mer efface sur le sable
Les pas des amants désunis.
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent a' la pelle,
Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi
Mais mon amour silencieux et fidele
Sourit toujours et remercie la vie.
Je t'aimais tant, tu étais si jolie.
Comment veux-tu que je t'oublie ?
En ce temps-la', la vie était plus belle
Et le soleil plus brűlant qu'aujourd'hui.
Tu étais ma plus douce amie
Mais je n'ai que faire des regrets
Et la chanson que tu chantais,
Toujours, toujours je l'entendrai !
Les feuilles mortes
Oh ! je voudrais tant que tu te souviennes
Des jours heureux oů nous étions amis.
En ce temps-lŕ la vie était plus belle,
Et le soleil plus brűlant qu'aujourd'hui.
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent a' la pelle.
Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié...
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent a' la pelle,
Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi
Et le vent du nord les emporte
Dans la nuit froide de l'oubli.
Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublié
La chanson que tu me chantais.
[Refrain:]
C'est une chanson qui nous ressemble.
Toi, tu m'aimais et je t'aimais
Et nous vivions tous deux ensemble,
Toi qui m'aimais, moi qui t'aimais.
Mais la vie sépare ceux qui s'aiment,
Tout doucement, sans faire de bruit
Et la mer efface sur le sable
Les pas des amants désunis.
Les feuilles mortes se ramassent a' la pelle,
Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi
Mais mon amour silencieux et fidele
Sourit toujours et remercie la vie.
Je t'aimais tant, tu étais si jolie.
Comment veux-tu que je t'oublie ?
En ce temps-la', la vie était plus belle
Et le soleil plus brűlant qu'aujourd'hui.
Tu étais ma plus douce amie
Mais je n'ai que faire des regrets
Et la chanson que tu chantais,
Toujours, toujours je l'entendrai !
Monday, December 7, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Limits
Every man takes the limits
of his own field of vision
for limits of the world.
Arthur Schopenhauer "Studies in Pessimism"
of his own field of vision
for limits of the world.
Arthur Schopenhauer "Studies in Pessimism"
Saturday, November 28, 2009
The Perfection...?
You don't have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Mary Oliver
Mary Oliver
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Revolutioniz
“Are You Ready To Unlock Your 5-Sense
Prison Door And Start Creating A Life
Beyond Anything You Can Imagine,
Starting Right Now?!”
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Power of Love
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage. - Lao Tzu
Monday, May 4, 2009
Passion of Poetry
Poetry is often given to the poet by the deliberate forces of live, forces of a rare and difficult talent, in a lifetime where wisdom is essential to this talent. Poetry is the gift of painting and singing the emotions, what these Taijiquan secret poems refer to as heart and mind. European poetry and culture do not have such a subject as Taiji, a military art that offers spiritual enlightenment and transcendence - the sublime. However, for all their differences, traditions in European poetry and Chinese poetry - secret of esoteric in whatever degree - both broadly celebrate the effort to live, to love.
Afaa Michael Weaver
November, 1998
Fragments from Forward to the: Tai Chi Secrets of the Ancient Masters
Afaa Michael Weaver
November, 1998
Fragments from Forward to the: Tai Chi Secrets of the Ancient Masters
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
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Thursday, January 22, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
When So Amazed
When so amazed - listen intently
Far night echoes,
That stillness wonders you,
Which everything embraces:
Collect itself in it silence,
Like you can’t possess yourself.
And get in one grasp -
In the ray which illuminates the tree,
In the stone’s accomplished shape,
In the unity…
Which everything embraces
By the Light……………….
That Great Emptiness
That great emptiness in my heart
For years,
Spacious as the most distant dream
In which You appear suddenly…
For to fulfill myself of Your beauty,
And praise the day and the light of raising,
For not to precipice in space
Of the missing events as countless things:
Suffering and joy in solitude of
Life…
That everything - to feel
The exhale of Eternity,
Inhale of Love…
To Be…
*
Again, and again
Reality tunes up:
Inflow and the outflow of the waters,
The fullness of the Moon and New Moon,
Rising Sun and Sunset,
Falling of leafs and shooting of buds,
Waters circulations around the Glob,
Life - Love - Death and
New Life.
Rhythm and rocking,
The Rise and Fall,
Inspiration and Exhalation
Countless forms of Existence.
Whosoever has the access in
The Fullness of the Beauty and Life?
At front of the Being
Which lasts as an invisible smile:
Mona Lisa or Buddha?
Whosoever participates in
Total suffering of Christ’s
Painful Mystery?
That everything - to feel
The exhale of Eternity,
Inhale of Love…
To Be…
*
How much do You need
From it
To praise each day by
Art and Work?
How much do You need
To jump into a day, anew
As into a water
With a hope You can once at last
Find the Secret Script
Which is not soaked through yet, in the bottle…
To read it!
That everything - to feel
The exhale of Eternity,
Inhale of Love…
To Be…
July - November 2008
Leonard Gorski © copyright 2008
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Cloud
Then is coming
Mist of the colors,
Cover the sounds.
Then branches
Are bending for thanks.
My heart shortly breathing
In the try to rise
Together with waves
Of mystery river
Over silent stones.
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Essayens is only a nickname, Silva Rerum in Old Latin means "forest of things" or an aglomeration of ideas - according to Webster's Dictionary it means: a collection of writings on various subjects...
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