:: Dreams are what you wake up from ::
Last night I had a dream.
I dreamt that I parked my car in the compound of this large institution.
I cannot really remember what I did in the institution, but when everything ended and I went to look for my car, I could not find it anymore.
All I saw was endless rows of cars.
My car alarm failed to work despite my repeated attempts to press it.
One by one, the cars drove away, yet I could not find my car.
I felt helpless; as if I was stuck at that moment, in that scenario.
The journey ended.

Lately I have been having the strangest dreams.
Dreams of a thousand flowers sprouting from the ground.
They reminded me of a dream I had when I was seriously ill; I dreamt that I was walking in this maze etched onto the floor -- white lines on black marble.
Basically there was no way out.
And I kept walking and walking, trying my best to find the exit.
There was no end to it.
There was another occasion where I dreamt that I was dreaming.
When the dream ended, I was still dreaming.
The sense of helplessness prevails.

I've been vacilliating between the yins and the yangs.
It is never an easy task to draw the line between the black and white (and the shades of gray).
Or to stand untoppled on the balance.
But it must be done.
To me, only when one achieves the art of pivoting that one remains spinning;
spinning to gain stability yet mobile and remaining in fine balance.
......
Surely I cannot do this alone.
I look around.
How do I discern the grain from the chaff?
Last night I had a dream.
I dreamt that I parked my car in the compound of this large institution.
I cannot really remember what I did in the institution, but when everything ended and I went to look for my car, I could not find it anymore.
All I saw was endless rows of cars.
My car alarm failed to work despite my repeated attempts to press it.
One by one, the cars drove away, yet I could not find my car.
I felt helpless; as if I was stuck at that moment, in that scenario.
The journey ended.
Lately I have been having the strangest dreams.
Dreams of a thousand flowers sprouting from the ground.
They reminded me of a dream I had when I was seriously ill; I dreamt that I was walking in this maze etched onto the floor -- white lines on black marble.
Basically there was no way out.
And I kept walking and walking, trying my best to find the exit.
There was no end to it.
There was another occasion where I dreamt that I was dreaming.
When the dream ended, I was still dreaming.
The sense of helplessness prevails.
I've been vacilliating between the yins and the yangs.
It is never an easy task to draw the line between the black and white (and the shades of gray).
Or to stand untoppled on the balance.
But it must be done.
To me, only when one achieves the art of pivoting that one remains spinning;
spinning to gain stability yet mobile and remaining in fine balance.
......
Surely I cannot do this alone.
I look around.
How do I discern the grain from the chaff?
my take
lost(as an adjective)
despite whats clear, alls masked by the inability to decide.
cooper
Re: my take
Hmmm....
*ponders*
Tao (Dao de jing, chapter 13)
The saints said: "Praise and blame cause anxiety;
The objects of hope and fear are within your Self."
"Praise and blame cause anxiety"
For you must hope and fear to receive or to lose them.
"The objects of hope and fear are within your Self"
For, without Self, neither fortune nor disaster can befall.
*nods*
Gambatte.
深宫百戴欲缓留
天地乾坤一线间
雾途迷乱心中起
放松点吧,别太为难自己。Don't be too demanding on yourself and you may find the answers you need.
hehehe.
*sets alarm clock*
As so many other replies have succintly put it, only the self can be the true pivoting point of your own existence.
Continuity
B: There is no thing such as chaff or grain, nor is there gold or dross. You decide what falls into these categories based on what you value at that time and that will be right for you. No one can say it is wrong for it is your reality and life that you live and only you are accountable to yourself. From moment to moment, items may be recategorized and that is alright, for that is change and evolution. At the end of it all, it is well. It depends on whether you choose to see it as so.
Re: Continuity
*guffaws*
Re: Continuity
cheesy as it might sound
:P
Re: Continuity
(no puns intended)
Re: Continuity
Re: Continuity
2. I am sometimes invisible on my ICQ.
la la la.
now sleeping time passes me at a flash, especially the little hours i sleep... :(
*smiles*
Perhaps it's time to close your eyes and look beyond matters
When resumed perhaps life would be simpler again...
We're always with you.