belief

Robert M. Pirsig – Zen and the Art of Motorcyle Maintenance 

“This is the source of the trouble. Persons tend to think and feel exclusively in one mode or the other and in doing so tend to misunderstand and underestimate what the other mode is all about. But no one is willing to give up the truth as he sees it, and as far as I know, no one now living has any real reconciliation of these truths or modes. There is no point at which these visions of reality are unified.” 

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Quote: Robert M. Pirsig – Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance 

“The world has no existence whatsoever outside the human imagination. It’s all a ghost, and in antiquity was so recognized as a ghost, the whole blessed world we live in. It’s run by ghosts. We see what we see because these ghosts show it to us, ghosts of Moses and Christ and the Buddha, and Plato, and Descartes, and Rousseau and Jefferson and Lincoln, on and on and on. Isaac Newton is a very good ghost. One of the best. Your common sense is nothing more than the voices of thousands and thousands of these ghosts from the past. Ghosts and more ghosts. Ghosts trying to find their place among the living.” 

Shine bright

You look up to the stars,
and see how bright they burn.
Unquestioned and admired,
see how you can learn.

Shining against the night’s sky,
refusing to be anything less.
They do not fear the darkness,
and they do not suppress.

They hear what you have to say:
I may have far to go, but I am not afraid.
I shall rise up like the blade,
to be what I am, and to never fade.

Resounding and strong willed,
you shine just like their light.
You can face the fear of the night,
and rise, rise, rise to be so bright.

Glass Breaking

Frustration 

You are frustrated.

You can feel it bubbling.

The annoyance, rise.

You try to express your point,

But it comes out blurred.

The frustration grows.

You try to breathe,

To gather your thoughts, opinions.

Why can’t they see?

Why can’t they understand?

You try again, but they laugh.

You try to hold it in,

But you can’t.

Tears stream down your cheeks,

Hot, wet, against your cold flesh.

You are frustrated.