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La Donna che doveva attraversare il fiume – The Woman who had to cross the River – Osho


L Ego

La Donna che Doveva Attraversare il Fiume

L’ego è un fenomeno sociale – è proprio alla società, non sei tu. D’altra parte ti dà una funzione all’interno della società, un posto nella gerarchia della società. E se ti limiti ad accontentarti di quel ruolo, ti lascerai sfuggire completamente l’opportunità di trovare il tuo sé reale.

Non hai mai notato che ogni sorta di miserie entra nella tua vita attraverso l’ego? No, l’ego non potrà mai renderti estatico; potrà solo renderti infelice. L’ego è inferno. In qualsiasi caso ti ritrovi a soffrire, prova semplicemente a osservare, analizza lo stato di cose in cui sei, e troverai che da qualche parte l’ego ha provocato ciò che stai vivendo, ne è la causa primaria.

Due monaci buddhisti in cammino verso il loro monastero, giunsero a un torrente. La corrente era forte, era un torrente di montagna. Sulla sponda videro una giovane, molto bella, che aspettava qualcuno che l’aiutasse ad attraversare quelle acque impetuose. Aveva paura a farlo da sola.

Un monaco, ovviamente il più vecchio… e per questo camminava per primo – sono tutti giochi dell’ego: il monaco più anziano deve camminare davanti, i più giovani seguire un po’ discosti. Poiché veniva per primo, la giovane chiese al monaco più anziano: “Potresti aiutarmi, anche solo tenendomi per mano? Ho paura: la corrente è così forte che potrebbe travolgermi”.

Il vecchio monaco chiuse gli occhi – è ciò che il Buddha ha detto di fare: “Se vedete una donna, e se è bella, chiudete gli occhi”. Ma la cosa mi stupisce: già l’avete vista, perché mai chiudere gli occhi? Infatti, come potreste dire altrimenti che è una donna, e che è bella? Già ne siete stati toccati, e ora chiudete gli occhi! Ma così fece quel monaco, che entrò nel torrente senza risponderle.

Poi arriva il secondo monaco, il più giovane. La donna è titubante, ma non può fare altrimenti: il sole sta tramontando, tra poco sarà notte. Per cui chiede ancora: “Per favore, potresti tenermi per mano? La corrente è forte e potrebbe travolgermi… ho paura”.

E il monaco: “Lo vedo, e tenerti per mano non servirà: ti prenderò in spalla e ti porterò sull’altra riva”.

Quando giunsero al monastero, il vecchio monaco disse al giovane: “Ragazzo, hai commesso un peccato e dovrò riferirlo: non solo hai toccato una donna, non solo le hai parlato, l’hai anche portata sulle spalle! Dovresti essere espulso dalla nostra comunità; non sei degno di essere un monaco!” .

Il giovane scoppiò semplicemente a ridere e disse: “Sebbene io abbia depositato a terra quella ragazza cinque chilometri fa, sembra che tu la stia ancora portando sulle tue spalle. Sono passati cinque chilometri: ancora ne sei preoccupato?”.

Ebbene, cosa accadde a quel vecchio monaco? La ragazza era bella e lui si lasciò sfuggire l’opportunità. È in collera, è geloso; trabocca di sessualità, è in subbuglio. Il giovane è limpido e cristallino. Prese la ragazza sulle spalle, le fece attraversare il fiume e la lasciò sull’altra sponda, tutto qui: la storia era ormai conclusa.

Non lottare mai con l’avidità, l’ego, la rabbia, la gelosia, l’odio – non li puoi uccidere, non li puoi annientare. Puoi solo esserne semplicemente consapevole – e allorché ne sei consapevole, scompaiono. Alla luce l’oscurità scompare semplicemente.

Da una storiella buddhista

Fonte Osho Timens

The Ego

The Woman who had to cross the River

The ego is a social phenomenon – it is society, not you. On the other hand gives you a function in society, a place in the hierarchy of society. And if you limit yourself to settle for that role, you will miss completely the opportunity to find your real self.

Do not you ever noticed that all sorts of misery enters your life through the ego? No, the ego can never make you ecstatic, will only make you unhappy. Ego is hell. In any case you find yourself suffering, simply try to observe, analyze the state of things where you are, and you’ll find that somewhere the ego has caused what you are experiencing, it is the primary cause.

Two Buddhist monks on their way to their monastery, they came to a stream. The current was strong, was a mountain stream. On the shore they saw a young, very beautiful, looking for someone to help her to cross the raging waters. He was afraid to do it alone.

A monk, obviously the oldest … and so walked to the first – they are all games of the ego: the monaco older must walk in front, the younger ones take a little ‘departs. Since it was first, the young man asked the elder monaco: “Could you help me, just holding my hand? I fear the current is so strong it could travolgermi “.

The old man closed his eyes monaco – is what the Buddha said to do: “If you see a woman, and if she is beautiful, close your eyes.” But what amazes me: you have seen it already, why close your eyes? Indeed, how could you say otherwise is a woman, and she is beautiful? Already they have been touched, and now close your eyes! But so did the monaco, who entered the river without answering.

Then comes the second monaco, the youngest. She is hesitant, but can not do otherwise: the sun is setting, it will soon be night. So asks, “Please, you may hold my hand? The current is strong and could travolgermi … I’m afraid. “

And Monk: “I see it, and will not hold your hand: I will take on their shoulders and take you to the other side.”

When they came to the monastery, the old monaco said to the boy: “Boy, you’ve committed a sin and I will report it: not only did you touch a woman, not only have spoken, have also carried on the shoulders! You should be expelled from our community are not worthy to be a monaco “.

The young man simply burst out laughing and said: “Although I have deposited on the ground that girl is five kilometers, it seems that you’re still carrying on to your shoulders. It’s been five kilometers, yet they’re concerned? “.

Well, what happened to that old monk? The girl was beautiful and he let slip the opportunity. It is angry, is jealous, full of sexuality, is in turmoil. The young man is crystal clear. He took the girl on his shoulders, made her cross the river and let the other side, all here: the story was over.

Do not ever fight with greed, ego, anger, jealousy, hatred – you just can not kill, you just can not destroy. You can just simply be aware of – and when you are aware, disappear. In the light the darkness simply disappears.

From a Buddhist story

Source Osho Timens


Gocce di luna – Drops of the moon


Gocce di luna

Sciogli le gocce di luna
dal cuor tuo che sussurra
parole ed emozioni
oltre i silenzi ed i confini

Raccogli attimi
mai lontani
per portare la vita
ed il suo ascolto
tra palpiti argentei
tesoro sottile
oltre le stelle

Sia leggero il passo
che incide
semplicemente
la vita che si proietta
per essere istante ancora
che di immanente vive

Sia paradiso ed estasi
che vibra con nastri spiegati
oltre le nuvole
che portano storie
da isole lontane
e tutto prenderà colore
per noi
31.07.2004 Poetyca

Drops of the moon

Melt drops of moon
from your heart that whispers
words and emotions
beyond the silences and the boundaries

Collect moments
never far
to bring life
and his audience
between heartbeats silver
treasury thin
beyond the stars

Both light up
which affects
just
life that is projected
to be more instant
that of immanent lives

Both heaven and ecstasy
that vibrates with expanded metal
beyond the clouds
that lead stories
from remote islands
and all take color
for us
31.07.2004 Poetyca

Ancora un passo – Anchors a footstep


Ancora un passo

Sciogli i lacci del timore,
tuffati nelle dolci acque della vita;
oltre ogni confine
respira piano ad aspetta,
osserva senza stringere nulla.

Ricorda il vento tra i capelli,
le corse sul prato
di quando eri bambino
e lasciati andare
in quel luogo non luogo,
nel tempo senza tempo:
– qui ed ora – dove al sicuro
sarai sempre te stesso.

Ancora un passo,
senza cercare meta
ancora un respiro
nel vortice rassicurante
della tua vita
e ad ogni laccio che si spezza
potrai disegnare sul volto
la gioia profonda
del tuo atteso risveglio.

31.08.2008 Poetyca


Anchors a footstep

You loosen the drawstrings of the fear,
plunged in the sweet waters of the life;
over every border
it breathes plain to it waits,
it observes without tightening nothing.

You remembers the wind among the hair,
the runs on the lawn
if when you were child
and allowed to go
in that place not place,
in the time without time:
– here and now – where to the sure one
you will be always yourself.

Anchors a footstep,
without looking for destination
You anchors a breath
in the reassuring vortex
of your life
and to every drawstring that breaks him
you can draw on the face
the deep joy
of yours attended awakening.

31.08.2008 Poetyca

Solitudine – Loneliness


🌸Solitudine🌸

Quando si cozza
contro le mura dell’indifferenza,
si avverte una profonda solitudine,
si perde la strada e si scivola
in un baratro nel quale
è difficile uscire e a tradire
ogni ragionevole aspettativa
non è chi ha preso una strada buia
ma chi non ha aiutato e riportato
verso la salvezza chi soffriva.

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🌸Loneliness

When you mussel
against the walls of indifference,
there is a deep loneliness,
you lose your way and slip
in a chasm in which
it’s hard to go out and cheat
all reasonable expectations
it is not someone who has taken a dark road
but who has not helped and reported
those who suffered towards salvation.

09.03.2022 Poetyca

Attimi – Instants





🌸Attimi🌸

Ho soltanto
attimi
distillati
ancora
da cogliere

Sull’asse
d’equilibrio
senza mai
guardare
in basso

Onde sinuose
in nuovo respiro
in cerca costante
di luce
e significato

30.08.2021 Poetyca
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🌸Instants

I only have
instants
distillates
still
to be grasped

On the axis
of balance
without ever
to look
down

Sinuous waves
in new breath
in constant search
of light
and meaning

30.08.2021 Poetyca

Il meglio – The best – Henry Royce


🌸Il meglio🌸

Prendi il meglio che esiste
e miglioralo.
Se non esiste, crealo”

Henry Royce
🌸🌿🌸#pensierieparole
🌸The best

Get the best there is
and improve it.
If it doesn’t exist, create it ”

Henry Royce

Tesoro – Treasure


🌸Tesoro🌸

Cancellare è come negare,
eppure in ogni esperienza
è racchiuso un grande tesoro.

08.02.2022 Poetyca
🌸🌿🌸#Poetycamente
🌸Treasure

Erasing is like denying,
yet in every experience
a great treasure is enclosed.

08.02.2022 Poetyca

James Taylor’s Greatest Hits 1976


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James Vernon Taylor (Belmont, 12 marzo 1948) è un cantautore statunitense, tra i più celebri degli anni settanta                                                              

Cresciuto nella cittadina di Chapel Hill (Carolina del Nord) dove, incoraggiato dalla mamma soprano, fin da bambino studiò violoncello, a partire dal 1960 preferì dedicarsi alla chitarra ispirandosi allo stile di Woody Guthrie. Abbandonò la scuola e formò una band col fratello Alex, ma venne ricoverato in un ospedale psichiatrico per curare una forma di depressione. Riuscì ad ottenere il diploma durante il soggiorno in ospedale, quindi si iscrisse alla Milton Academy dove incontrò Danny Kortchmar, col quale formò il gruppo “The Flying Machine”, che incise un singolo di scarso successo: Brighten Your Night with My Day. Trasferitosi a New York, Taylor divennetossicodipendente da eroina.

La canzone Jump Up Behind Me si riferisce a quel periodo: è infatti un omaggio a suo padre, Isaac, che in seguito ad una disperata telefonata del figlio dovette correre a New York per riportarlo a casa a Chapel Hill. Nel pezzo Taylor lo ringrazia per l’aiuto avuto in un periodo di disperato bisogno e descrive i ricordi del lungo viaggio in automobile verso casa. Nel 1968, durante un soggiorno a Londra, grazie ad un amico che aveva suonato per il duo inglese “Peter&Gordon” riuscì, tramite Peter Asher (parte del duo e fratello di Jane Asher, allora fidanzata di Paul McCartney) ad ottenere un’audizione per la Apple Records dei Beatles. Svoltasi in una piccola stanza della Apple, alla presenza di Peter, Paul McCartney e George Harrison, in quella audizione James scelse di far ascoltare Something in the Way She Moves (che poi ispirò George per la sua Something).

Il brano piacque ai due Beatles e Paul chiese a Peter se volesse produrre James per un album. Peter accettò e iniziarono le registrazioni di James Taylor. Al disco collaborarono anche Paul McCartney e George Harrison. Il disco non ebbe immediato successo. Tornato negli Stati Uniti si fece nuovamente ricoverare in ospedale per porre rimedio alla sua dipendenza dalle droghe, nel frattempo divenuta più forte. Quando le sue condizioni migliorarono, nel 1969, si esibì per sei serate al Troubadour Club di Los Angeles ed il 20 luglio al Newport Folk Festival. Poco tempo dopo ebbe un incidente motociclistico che gli procurò fratture multiple alle mani, impedendogli di suonare per diversi mesi.

http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Taylor

James Vernon Taylor (born March 12, 1948) is an American singer-songwriter and guitarist. A five-time Grammy Award winner, Taylor was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2000.[2]

Taylor achieved his breakthrough in 1970 with the No. 3 single “Fire and Rain” and had his first No. 1 hit the following year with “You’ve Got a Friend“, a recording ofCarole King‘s classic song. His 1976 Greatest Hits album was certified Diamond and has sold 12 million US copies. Following his 1977 album, JT, he has retained a large audience over the decades. His commercial achievements declined slightly until a resurgence during the late 1990s and 2000s, when he recorded some of his best-selling and most-awarded work (including Hourglass, October Road and Covers).

James Taylor was born at Massachusetts General Hospital in Boston on March 12, 1948, where his father, Isaac M. Taylor, was a resident physician.[3][4] His father was from a well-off family of Southerners of Scottish ancestry.[3] His mother, the former Gertrude Woodard, studied singing with Marie Sundelius at the New England Conservatory of Music and was an aspiring opera singer before the couple’s marriage in 1946.[3][5] James was the second of five children, the others being Alex (1947–1993), Kate (born 1949), Livingston (born 1950), and Hugh (born 1952).[6]

In 1951, when Taylor was three, his family moved to what was then the countryside of Chapel Hill, North Carolina,[7] when Isaac took a job as an assistant professor of medicine at the University of North Carolina School of Medicine.[8] They built a house in the Morgan Creek area off of what is now Morgan Creek Road, which was sparsely populated.[9] James would later say, “Chapel Hill, the Piedmont, the outlying hills, were tranquil, rural, beautiful, but quiet. Thinking of the red soil, the seasons, the way things smelled down there, I feel as though my experience of coming of age there was more a matter of landscape and climate than people.”[9] James attended public primary school in Chapel Hill.[3] Isaac’s career prospered, but he was frequently away from home, on military service at Bethesda Naval Hospital in Maryland or as part of Operation Deep Freeze in Antarctica during 1955–1956.[10] Isaac Taylor later rose to become dean of the UNC School of Medicine from 1964 to 1971.[11] The Taylors spent summers on Martha’s Vineyard beginning in 1953.[12]

James Taylor first learned to play the cello as a child in North Carolina, and switched to the guitar in 1960.[13] His style on that instrument evolved from listening to hymns, carols, and Woody Guthrie, while his technique derived from his bass clef–oriented cello training and from experimenting on his sister Kate’s keyboards: “My style was a finger-picking style that was meant to be like a piano, as if my thumb were my left hand, and my first, second, and third fingers were my right hand.”[14] He began attending Milton Academy, a prep boarding school in Massachusetts in Fall 1961; summering before then with his family on Martha’s Vineyard, he met Danny Kortchmar, an aspiring teenage guitarist from Larchmont, New York.[15] The two began listening to and playing blues and folk music together, and Kortchmar quickly realized that Taylor’s singing had a “natural sense of phrasing, every syllable beautifully in time. I knew James had that thing.”[16] Taylor wrote his first song on guitar at age 14, and continued to learn the instrument effortlessly.[14] By the summer of 1963, he and Kortchmar were playing coffeehouses around the Vineyard, billed as “Jamie & Kootch”.[17]

Taylor faltered during his junior year at Milton, feeling uneasy in the high-pressured college prep environment despite a good scholastic performance.[18] The Milton headmaster would later say, “James was more sensitive and less goal oriented than most students of his day.”[19] He returned home to North Carolina to finish out the semester at Chapel Hill High School.[18] There he joined a band his brother Alex had formed called The Corsayers (later The Fabulous Corsairs), playing electric guitar; in 1964 they cut a single in Raleigh that featured James’s song “Cha Cha Blues” on the B-side.[18] Having lost touch with his former school friends in North Carolina, Taylor returned to Milton for his senior year.[18]

There, Taylor started applying to colleges,[20] but soon descended into depression; his grades collapsed, he slept 20 hours each day, and he felt part of a “life that I [was] unable to lead”.[18][21] In late 1965 he committed himself to the renowned McLean Hospital in Belmont, Massachusetts,[18] where he was treated with Thorazine and where the organized days began to give him a sense of time and structure.[19][21] As theVietnam War escalated, Taylor received a psychological rejection from Selective Service System when he appeared before them with two white-suited McLean assistants and was uncommunicative.[22] Taylor earned a high school diploma in 1966 from the hospital’s associated Arlington School.[22] He would later view his nine-month stay at McLean as “a lifesaver … like a pardon or like a reprieve”,[21] and both his brother Livingston and sister Kate would later be patients and students there as well.[19] As for his mental health struggles, Taylor would think of them as innate, and say: “It’s an inseparable part of my personality that I have these feelings.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Taylor

 

 

 

Una perla al giorno – Zhiyi


mandala1

Si deve riporre la propria fede
unicamente nella convinzione
che questa stessa mente possiede
la natura del Dharma.
Quando sorgono dei pensieri,
è la natura del Dharma che sorge.
Quando i pensieri cessano,
è la natura del Dharma che cessa.

Zhiyi
You must put one’s faith
only in conviction
this same mind that has
the nature of Dharma.
When thoughts arise,
is the nature of Dharma rising.
When thoughts cease,
is the nature of Dharma ceases.

                   Zhiyi