Lotus thoughts

Do your best to benefit others and in the process improve yourself. This is the measure of success.

Lotus Thoughts

With failure strive again; with success, re-double your effort. This is the principle for peace and happiness in business.

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Maturity does not care about the past; wisdom does not doubt the present; an open-mind does not worry about the future.

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Both favourable and unfavourable conditions strengthen us; treat them with equanimity and gratitude.

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Reconcile happiness with sincerity, affirmation and decisiveness, rather than hesitation, passivity and vacillation.

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Worldly matters are never easy; but approach them with confidence and patience, and achievement will surely follow.

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No resentment or regret about the past; active, positive preparation for the future with stability in every step.

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Have no worry as you pass through the day. Find the right person; use the right method; the right moment will arise.

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Keep your word, tell the truth with sincerity, use good words with goodwill - these are the merits of speech.

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Do not compare with others; simply do our best.

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Compassion is feeling with intelligence; wisdom is intelligence with flexibility.

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A mind undistracted by circumstance is the result of meditation; a mind at one with circumstance is the result of wisdom.

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To affirm your strength is self-confidence; to know your weakness is growth; to understand others is respect.

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When others misunderstand you, first realize that the fault lies with you.

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Know clearly what you "need"; get rid of what you "want".

The best zen quotes are the ones that at first conflict one's mind.

Urban Decay

I am living in urban decay. Time for change. The air to be filled with sweet fragrances, the streets pavement to be embedded with diamond like concrete that polishes itself with each passing step. I will dream and create a beautiful urban landscape, I will.

Spring 1

In Loving Memory of Morty

“Good, better, best. Never let it rest. 'Til your good is better and your better is best.”

St. Jerome

Series 6 - Before March Ends

Their legs intertwined, one on top of the other, fitting perfectly. They were beautiful together. Light streamed into the window onto her face. Indeed, he could see that she was statuesque; the act of observing her made him feel calm. He looked deep beyond her skin, her veins were green. They met under rather unusual circumstances. She took the same plane to the same destination on the same flight every week where he was the pilot.

One day he decided to ask her. “Why do you always fly on the same flight? What do you do?”

“I write. I love writing when I’m on the plane. My mind is clear; I have only the destination and my story to look forward to. I take the flight with the least number of passengers, so I can sit alone and write, uninterrupted.” She replied nonchalantly.

“Actually, I’ve come to learn something about pilots.”

He smiled and said “Oh, and what did you learn?”

“Pilots must be such lonely people, flying in and out of worlds for most of their lives but never really partaking. Or perhaps pilots are loners, and therefore they choose to fly.”

Series 5

What is the color of moonlight?

Series 3

"Is love supposed to last throughout all time, or is it like trains changing at random stops. If I loved her, how could I leave her? If I felt that way then, how come I don't feel anything now?"

Jeff Melvoin

Northern Exposure, Altered Egos

Series 2

People and things sometimes surprise me. The phone hums to the wondrous melody of a lost lover's voice. The birds chirp, I realize I am awake. All is not lost, never.

Miracles

It is a fine matter, my friends, to believe in miracles.

Untitled

“Gretchen. Gretchen!”

Gretchen did not answer. Gretchen is not really her name. I have been searching for her, for a long time. She disappears behind the shadows. I have only gotten fleeting glimpses of her, except that one time. I found her under the stairs, in the smoke filled basement. Her body was against the wall, and mine against hers. I could smell her, I could feel her soul. She was tender, she was strong.

When will I find her? And will I know her secrets?