Friday, February 4, 2011

Zen in Modern Life

find me on my new blog

zen in modern life

The posts should be quite infrequent and not too long.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010


This blog is now closed. See me over at Tao Wow and Daily Cup of Tao.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

too lazy to fight

Who is this argument or war against? It is so funny to see anger and fighting when you look from this perspective: Where you see how one believes so much in their fake self that they will pick a fight with another reflected fake self.

Ha, let 'em have it! Strike them! Go on fakie, you tell that other fakie who's boss! Killer funny.

In time it will be forgotten, it never used to matter and it never will, but right now this self is manifested as two sub-selves whom disagree - so much that they'd fight!

Any argument is the same, a show put on by these fake separate entities, sadness the same, argument, misunderstanding, upset...

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Born again Christian?

It is nothing at all strange for a Buddhist to be born again. They do it over and over, life after life.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

I shit you not my friend

We name the colours, we name the sounds, we have books on feelings and industries on taste - but we lable smells only good or bad or make comparison: the smell of a "".

There is no musical scale of smells, no spectrum, we can't explain a smell. On catching the slightest whiff though a past memory - "Oh that orchard near the river on the holiday with mum and dad when sister wore the funny hat and we were all so happy" - emerges. We can't take an instrument and play that smell back to another, we can't describe a smell so well as to evoke it unless we use the crude spectrum of shitty, fragrant, fruity or other.

This is perhaps why the smell is so able to recapture past memories but it does not explain why we have no language for smells, beyond the crude.

Red, yellow, pinky-blue, the shade of the autumnal hue, but if I had to tell you how it smelled, well, perhaps of poo?

Crescendos, melodies, A C D, flat sharp major, but you want to know how it smelled? Oh do us a favour!

I can't label this smell, I know it so well, this is the smell of peeled avocado mixed with a frshly washed china plate - you get me?

Friday, September 10, 2010

the study of metaphysics

i did metaphysics until I realized there was no me to do it.

Sunday, September 5, 2010


My wife is a little bored of trying to help her friend over a broken heart. The friend is unable to move on and keeps repeating the same sad old "why me?" tales.

My wife just gave me the analysis of the situation and she said: "Look, all things work out, from bad they always get better. I enjoy the bad, I laugh at it, ha! as it leaves me immunized and strong so it can never harm me again."