Slaves to our minds, Sakyong Mipham Rinpoche

Many of us are slaves to our minds. Our own mind is our worst enemy. We try to focus, and our mind wanders off. We try to keep stress at bay, but anxiety keeps us awake at night. We try to be good to people we love, but then we forget and put ourselves first. And when we want to change our life, we dive into spiritual practice and expect to see quick results, only to lose focus after the honeymoon has worn off. We're left feeling helpless and discouraged. We all have the potential to awaken from the sleep of ignorance. We can create an alliance that allows us to actually use our mind, rather than be used by it. This is a practice anyone can do

The call to teach by Bill Ayers

for Alicia, Felipe, Willis and Zurine.

Inquisitiveness, by Chogyam Trungpa

The notion of looking at things as they are is a very important concept. Look! Why do we look at all? Or we could say, Listen! Why do we listen at all? Why do we feel at all? Why do we taste? The one and only answer is that there is such a thing as inquisitiveness in our makeup. Inquisitiveness is the seed syllable of the artist. The artist is interested in sight, sound, feelings, and touchable objects. We are interested and we are inquisitive, very inquisitive, and we are willing to explore in any way we can.Such tremendous inquisitiveness is the key point in the way we look at things, because with inquisitiveness we have a connection.

Las aventuras de Epi y Blas en el Festival de Musica Primavera Sound

Gold

I've seen them in expensive restaurants,
with a bottle and a glass,
with people at their command.

with gold in their hands,
gold hanging from their neck,
their face wrecked.

they live enslaved,
enslaved by what people say,
their gold rope tight at their neck.

they don't breathe,
someone would do that for them.
they're nobody but they pretend,
all too well, they pretend.

but but but,
a burst in the restaurant,
i'm here, we are back,
you are going to die,

standing on the table,
we fuck, fuck your mother,
sh, sh, shoot your father.