Archive for August, 2010


Wednesday, August 18th, 2010

In Tibet, one famous yogi had lived for years practicing ardently in a mountain hut, supported by the villagers below. Then, one festival day, he heard that all his supporters were going to visit him. The yogi carefully swept his hut, polished the offerings bowls on the altar, made a special offering and cleaned his robes. Then, he sat back and waited but an unease came over him. Who was he trying to be? Finally, he got up, scooped up several handfuls of dirt and threw them back onto the altar. Those handfuls of dirt were said to be his highest spiritual offering.

Jack Kornfield


Tuesday, August 17th, 2010



Tuesday, August 17th, 2010


Tuesday, August 17th, 2010

Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds.

Albert Einstein


Tuesday, August 17th, 2010

Try not to become a man of success but rather to become a man of value.

Albert Einstein


Monday, August 16th, 2010



Monday, August 16th, 2010

When the dog is chasing after you, whistle for him.

Ralph Waldo Emerson


Sunday, August 15th, 2010


Flowers, Schnapps, Death

Sunday, August 15th, 2010

Flowers for the lovers, Schnapps for the thinkers, Death to the vegetarians.

Sleep Talkin’ Man


Sunday, August 15th, 2010

It is reported that a Sufi mystic was traveling and came to a town. And his name had reached there before him, his fame was already known. So people gathered together and said, “Preach something to us.”

The mystic said, “I am not a wise man, because I am a fool also. You will be confused by my teachings, so better let me keep quiet.” But the more he tried to avoid it, the more they insisted, the more they became intrigued by his personality.

Finally he yielded and he said, “Okay. This coming Friday I will come to the mosque…” – it was a Mohammedan village – “and what do you want me to talk about?”

They said, “Of course, about God.”

So he came. The whole village gathered, he had created such a sensation. He stood at the pulpit and asked a question: “Do you know anything about what I am going to say about God?”

The villagers of course replied, “No, we don’t know what you are going to say.”

“Then,” he said, “it is useless, because if you don’t know at all, you will not be able to understand A little preparation is needed, and you are absolutely unprepared. It is going to be futile and I will not speak.” He left the mosque.

The villagers were at a loss: what to do? They persuaded him again the next Friday. The next Friday he again came. He asked the same question; all the villagers were ready. He asked, “Do you know what I am going to talk to you about?”

They said, “Yes, of course.”

So he said, “Then there is no need to talk. If you already know – finished. Why unnecessarily bother me and waste your time?” He left the mosque.

The villagers were completely puzzled: what to do with this man? But now their interest was going mad. He must be hiding something! So they again persuaded him somehow.

He came, and again he asked the same question: “Do you know what I am going to talk about?”

Now the villagers had become a little wiser. They said, “Half of us know, and half of us don’t know.”

The mystic said, “Then there is no need. Those who know can tell those who don’t know.”