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Be still my beating heart

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“I remember listening to his heart beat.

Your heart beats much slower than ours.

There is this gentleness to the sound.

I find it comforting.”

~ Sonmi-351, Cloud Atlas



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February 16th, 2013 at 12:47 am

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A different kind of ink

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26 Jan 2013 – metta


Metta (Pali) or maitri (Sanskrit) is loving-kindness, friendliness, benevolence, amity, friendship, goodwill, kindness, close mental union (on same mental wavelength), and active interest in others. It is one of the ten paramis of the Theravada school of Buddhism, and the first of the four sublime states (Brahmaviharas). This is love without clinging (upadana).

The cultivation of loving-kindness (metta bhavana) is a popular form of meditation in Buddhism. In the Theravadin Buddhist tradition, this practice begins with the meditator cultivating loving-kindness towards themselves, then one’s loved ones, friends, teachers, strangers, enemies, and finally towards all sentient beings. In the Tibetan Buddhist tradition, this practice is associated with tonglen (cf.), whereby one breathes out (“sends”) happiness and breathes in (“receives”) suffering. Tibetan Buddhists also practice contemplation of the Brahmaviharas, also called the four inmeasurables, which is sometimes called ‘compassion meditation’.

“Compassion meditation” is a contemporary scientific field that demonstrates the efficacy of metta and related meditative practices.

 ~ Wikipedia


“A compassionate person, you have a feeling of kinship to all life, which you probably express by being kind to other people and to animals.”

~ Neptune in the 9th House, Astrodienst


Because you cannot love another until you love yourself. My new ink (No. 3) reminds me of this, and what the last 2 years have taught me. That no matter how flawed and imperfect – and who knows it better than I do, for though I can hide from others, I cannot hide from myself – I am deserving of love and kindness.

And because love and kindness beget more of the same, I began to look at others and the world with different eyes. So it comes around – the Circle of Life. But there is also the love that is born of understanding, not blind devotion – Upadana; only when love is freed from the shackles of human clinging, does it become infinite.

Another layer is shed. And broken whispers that I once stumbled after in the dark have become words etched into my consciousness, leading the way forward.

As I write, so I will not forget;

Hence I am marked, that I will remember.


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February 11th, 2013 at 2:17 pm