The art of painting, said Bonny, is to capture one of life’s moments on canvas. The art of living is to let those moments go.
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Tag: zen buddhism
“Blurtso considers his inner parakeet” (XX)
And they gathered and said,
“Speak to us of Jacques Derrida.”
And Blurtso replied:
“A koan is an utterance that is devoid of logic.”
“Blurtso considers his inner parakeet” (XIX)
And they gathered and said, “Speak to us of technology.”
And Blurtso replied:
“What does it serve us to become tools of our tools?”
“Blurtso considers his inner parakeet” (XCVII)
And they gathered and said, “Speak to us of quality time.”
And Blurtso replied:
Most of the people don’t spend much time
with most of the people they’re around most of the time.
“Blurtso considers his inner parakeet” (XVI)
And they said, “Speak to us of intoxication.”
And Blurtso replied:
“What is there inside yourself you need to kill?”
“Blurtso considers his inner parakeet” (XV)
And they said, “Speak to us of rest.”
And Blurtso replied,
“The wave travels many miles, then breaks to pieces.”
“Blurtso considers his inner parakeet” (XIV)
And they said, “Speak to us of beauty.”
And Blurtso replied,
“The horizon is red, and night is falling.”
“Blurtso considers his inner parakeet” (XIII)
And they gathered before him and said, “Free us.”
And Blurtso replied, “You are free.”
And they remained where they were, freely.
“Blurtso considers his inner parakeet” (XII)
And they gathered before him and said, “Show us.”
And Blurtso replied, “The show is over.”
And they nodded, and went their way.
“Blurtso considers his inner parakeet” (XI)
And they gathered and said, “Teach us.”
And Blurtso replied,
“One who learns under another’s teaching
to rise above another’s teaching
is another’s true teacher.”