tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74965243912456378632008-06-29T21:43:24.801-04:00Zen Artzennoreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496524391245637863.post-61075356495386190252008-06-28T19:14:00.001-04:002008-06-28T19:16:33.766-04:00The Secret of this Paradox.<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/RosgDMcH-qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zleyUXq8lo8/s400/123-W-Zen.art-6-480.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/RosgDMcH-qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zleyUXq8lo8/s400/123-W-Zen.art-6-480.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"> </span><a name="10"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">In order to reflect about Virtue</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"> we would have in principle to be virtuous and how to be even before what we seek to be? The secret of this paradox is found in humility. This is the smallest and at the same time the greatest of all virtues. Let's meditate upon this and our heart will brighten up! Every path has its beginning but by fragile that it may be it indicates a great achievement, therefore the road to virtue and accomplishment is always based on Loving and Loving. </span></div>zennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496524391245637863.post-60210532809232444572008-06-11T22:55:00.003-04:002008-06-11T23:08:52.239-04:00Reflection. The Frog.<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/SFCQy_oi1pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/joNOjBkM93g/s1600-h/118-W-Zen.art-1-480.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210823974617011858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/SFCQy_oi1pI/AAAAAAAAAHY/joNOjBkM93g/s400/118-W-Zen.art-1-480.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I wonder about the frog. Whether he sings or can speak. Because what he says, he repeats as if there was no other authority. But if you could see his face, you would realize that instead of knowing what he says, what happens is that he enjoys singing very much.</span></div>zennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496524391245637863.post-85697195120242031542008-06-07T21:35:00.001-04:002008-06-07T21:43:42.395-04:00There is a vast universe to discover...<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/SEs30MkfUqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/mQ3vNgsLoP4/s1600-h/125-W-Zen.art-8-480.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209318763851109026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/SEs30MkfUqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/mQ3vNgsLoP4/s400/125-W-Zen.art-8-480.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">There is a vast universe to discover, but if we hurry our steps, we will lose the fundamental essence of things; it is necessary to have dedication, concentration because only this discipline is able to allow us to be and not to lose what may seem insignificant at the beginning but always is the basis of the good understanding.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Let's view with attention. Let's view with Love. Then, the hidden Teaching will be revealed in front of us.</span></div>zennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496524391245637863.post-1278372587377611142008-05-30T23:05:00.002-04:002008-05-30T23:15:05.140-04:00The Real Effort. For Reflection.<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/RoxTyscH-3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Hvp5aJ8QrMU/s400/131-W-Zen.art-14-480.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/RoxTyscH-3I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Hvp5aJ8QrMU/s400/131-W-Zen.art-14-480.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">The treasures are very valuable but the persons are more valuable. A treasure is motive of discord, many times.<br />The exterior wealth needs simplicity and deep qualities, it demands more than poverty.<br />The only possible equilibrium between riches and poverty is not good or bad luck. It only is the dignity of the work well done and is the real effort. Only in this way, nothing goes out of proportion.</span></div>zennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496524391245637863.post-16314006543037671872008-05-24T11:09:00.001-04:002008-05-24T11:15:48.573-04:00Within You.<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/SDgwaub5ejI/AAAAAAAAAHI/jKkRO7GC1h0/s1600-h/130-W-Zen.art-13-480.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203962605126384178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/SDgwaub5ejI/AAAAAAAAAHI/jKkRO7GC1h0/s400/130-W-Zen.art-13-480.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">In the deepest part of your being, there are treasures that you have to discover: </span></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">The ocean of peace, the pearl of wisdom, will awake from the dream and you will know your true capacity, which is, to Be and to Love.</span></div>zennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496524391245637863.post-71454664009492990372008-05-18T16:28:00.001-04:002008-05-18T16:32:19.740-04:00Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow.<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/SDCRxU0qRRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Eg5m0dHubU8/s1600-h/125-W-Zen.art-8-480.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201817846202123538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/SDCRxU0qRRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Eg5m0dHubU8/s400/125-W-Zen.art-8-480.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Between yesterday, today and tomorrow, there is only a window, a reality that will last; and it has a short name but it will last the whole eternity; it calls itself, the notable present, the real eternity.</span></div>zennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496524391245637863.post-55495365949761802622008-05-15T20:56:00.001-04:002008-05-15T21:02:12.052-04:00The Beginning of the Path<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/SCzcyU0qRQI/AAAAAAAAAG4/FYYS_Bie_f4/s1600-h/128-W-Zen.art-11-480.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200774426847233282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/SCzcyU0qRQI/AAAAAAAAAG4/FYYS_Bie_f4/s400/128-W-Zen.art-11-480.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">To be able to discover the meaning of life is not the goal but only the beginning of the path</span></div>zennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496524391245637863.post-53887968045947127152008-05-10T18:35:00.001-04:002008-05-10T18:42:27.588-04:00For Reflection<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/SCYjehOUgCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_yGDBpnWxpU/s1600-h/135-W-Zen.art-18-480.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198881827067297826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/SCYjehOUgCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_yGDBpnWxpU/s400/135-W-Zen.art-18-480.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Maybe many persons can watch but few can see.</span></div>zennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496524391245637863.post-10345226779141841822008-05-06T23:06:00.002-04:002008-05-06T23:11:28.390-04:00How to Discover Beauty<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/SCEdH-JU9eI/AAAAAAAAAGo/B6q1J3iYKMk/s1600-h/ZENDO=7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197467467740673506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/SCEdH-JU9eI/AAAAAAAAAGo/B6q1J3iYKMk/s400/ZENDO%3D7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">How to discover beauty? When the inner look is clean, transparent, pure, then, beauty is discovered.</span></div>zennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496524391245637863.post-46227866685898651662008-04-09T22:36:00.002-04:002008-04-09T22:42:00.658-04:00For Reflection...<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R_19q0f19rI/AAAAAAAAAGg/3ff5tApG2mI/s1600-h/126-W-Zen.art-9-480.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187440520400860850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R_19q0f19rI/AAAAAAAAAGg/3ff5tApG2mI/s400/126-W-Zen.art-9-480.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Who is the happiest inhabitant of the fine dining? It is the toasting cup, without doubts, who conjugates happiness when it rises and presents its content with selfless presentation and who is capable of empty itself to give you to drink.The exalted heart is like that, who finds himself in the search for Love, of the purest essence and it approaches you in a humble way and delivers its best.<br /></span><div></div>zennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496524391245637863.post-27992614504260082582008-04-07T21:55:00.000-04:002008-04-07T21:57:57.397-04:00Real or Unreal? For Reflection.<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R_rQzHMexQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dFj-u-YDlLg/s1600-h/123-W-Zen.art-6-480.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186687497393849602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R_rQzHMexQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dFj-u-YDlLg/s400/123-W-Zen.art-6-480.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"> Platonic Love: Is this love real or unreal? One night I was contemplating the stars, while wishing to be able to touch at least one. The next morning, I went to the beach and capturing the most beautiful and brightest grain of sand in my hand, I thought: "Here is my star"<br /></span><div></div>zennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496524391245637863.post-84686014604238960272008-04-04T23:07:00.002-04:002008-04-04T23:17:39.653-04:00Giving and Receiving.<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R_btRHMexPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dargjjg4xoE/s1600-h/132-W-Zen.art-15-480.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185592899208660210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R_btRHMexPI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/dargjjg4xoE/s400/132-W-Zen.art-15-480.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">There is nobility when you take but even more when you give. There is celestial order in this process.<br />Who cultivates the plant will receive the fruit and it will give seeds and heaven will perpetuate. If we take and give is because to receive is mutual and in truth, there are no opposites. Then, the secret that brings this wisdom will always be based in Goodness.<br /></span><div></div>zennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496524391245637863.post-43597936925312418222008-04-02T22:16:00.000-04:002008-04-02T22:28:30.328-04:00The Dynamics of the Form. For Reflection.<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R_RAeXMexOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/YD9qGT98SIA/s1600-h/129-W--Zen.art-12-480.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184839961376900322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R_RAeXMexOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/YD9qGT98SIA/s400/129-W--Zen.art-12-480.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">There is beauty in the harmony presented in the dynamics of the form but what would be of the beauty if it did not have an empty space for her to fill? What is the cup good for, if it is already full?<br /> It is the void what makes the colors. What would be of tomorrow if it happens today? There would not be tomorrow, there would not be even today.</span></div>zennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496524391245637863.post-79220118331537989962008-03-31T22:07:00.001-04:002008-03-31T22:10:55.257-04:00Appreciation.<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R_GZAHMexNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/tAeCRc1HqaQ/s1600-h/63-Y-ZEN-1-com.esp-480.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184092873290597586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R_GZAHMexNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/tAeCRc1HqaQ/s400/63-Y-ZEN-1-com.esp-480.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"> Life is wonderful when we understand and appreciate everything in existence.</span><br /><br /><div></div>zennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496524391245637863.post-91017544762146131452008-03-28T23:26:00.001-04:002008-03-28T23:29:55.540-04:00For Reflection<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R-23cXMexMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DlIPyLUjZok/s1600-h/118-W-Zen.art-1-480.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183000444063892674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R-23cXMexMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DlIPyLUjZok/s400/118-W-Zen.art-1-480.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Nobody will be able to take away from you what is yours. And nobody will be able to give you what does not belong to you.</span></div>zennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496524391245637863.post-28480644915860319532008-03-26T23:16:00.001-04:002008-03-26T23:22:52.233-04:00The Effort. The Goal. For Reflection.<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R-sR0nMexLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/5011j2BN3I4/s1600-h/124-W-Zen.art-7-480.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182255391792088242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R-sR0nMexLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/5011j2BN3I4/s400/124-W-Zen.art-7-480.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"> To make the effort is the only way to fulfill the goal.<br /></span> </div>zennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496524391245637863.post-47552340390661060462008-03-24T21:40:00.002-04:002008-03-24T21:47:50.771-04:00The Mystery of Life. For Reflection<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R-hYaXMexKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/WYELYqdZwOQ/s1600-h/131-W-Zen.art-14-480.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181488581215962274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R-hYaXMexKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/WYELYqdZwOQ/s400/131-W-Zen.art-14-480.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Life is not to be lived in a monotonous way, life is a mystery made reality, a play of lights and shades, where every one is given the role of being the protagonist.</span></div>zennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496524391245637863.post-19248065351600487082008-03-16T15:08:00.000-04:002008-03-16T15:16:48.564-04:00Inner Serenity. Harmony. Balance.<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R91xvpvPKMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BE4GjNp8sV8/s1600-h/122-W-Zen.art-5-480.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178420210017708226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R91xvpvPKMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BE4GjNp8sV8/s400/122-W-Zen.art-5-480.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><br /> </strong></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><strong>Adapting to the circumstances is an art in itself when the facts and the events change and are unpredictable, inner serenity is the source of harmony and balance</strong>. Therefore, everything can change with the exception of the inner calm. This experience doesn't come from the world by the world but it is in the heart of the one who searches for the wisdom found in the inner peace.<br /></span><div></div>zennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496524391245637863.post-54087665093416958812008-03-09T16:44:00.001-04:002008-03-09T16:51:10.634-04:00Vanity. For Reflection.<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R9RNeXSWfdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/UaA-nfW-a_8/s1600-h/124-W-Zen.art-7-480.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175847055797943762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R9RNeXSWfdI/AAAAAAAAAFY/UaA-nfW-a_8/s400/124-W-Zen.art-7-480.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"> When we tell about our achievements we reveal our limits.</span></div>zennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496524391245637863.post-2743901864775425722008-03-02T12:58:00.001-05:002008-03-02T13:07:22.299-05:00The Infinite Space<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R8rsTHfn1zI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qzDGdEvQMPg/s1600-h/133-W-Zen.art-16-480.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173206935161788210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R8rsTHfn1zI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qzDGdEvQMPg/s400/133-W-Zen.art-16-480.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">I surrender to the space<br />with no fear and no limits.<br /> I open my wings and<br />you along with the wind,<br />pick me up, lift me<br /> and together we know<br /> the infinite space.<br /></span> </div>zennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496524391245637863.post-11479994635372716972008-02-24T15:09:00.001-05:002008-02-24T15:21:02.297-05:00A Handful of Sand<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R8HQnh8LugI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ul-xArZ4R9o/s1600-h/135-W-Zen.art-18-480.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170643224742312450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R8HQnh8LugI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ul-xArZ4R9o/s400/135-W-Zen.art-18-480.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">In a handful of sand, there is the heart of a mountain.<br />In a handful of sand, there is a hidden island.<br /> In a handful of sand there is the kiss of the sea.<br />In a handful of sand, eternity is found.</span></div>zennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496524391245637863.post-19955380835249619552008-02-18T22:32:00.001-05:002008-02-18T22:41:51.387-05:00For Reflection<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R7pPEh8LufI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TwyibxzBQZ8/s1600-h/125-W-Zen.art-8-480.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168530461609933298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R7pPEh8LufI/AAAAAAAAAFA/TwyibxzBQZ8/s400/125-W-Zen.art-8-480.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Self control evolves together with other processes, becoming more complete, as discipline and order in life. </span></div>zennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496524391245637863.post-17689909830122756902008-02-14T21:30:00.001-05:002008-02-14T21:36:29.991-05:00Best. Difficult. Most Convenient<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R7T5_B8LueI/AAAAAAAAAE4/e1z177ykuYU/s1600-h/123-W-Zen.art-6-480.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167029533748738530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R7T5_B8LueI/AAAAAAAAAE4/e1z177ykuYU/s400/123-W-Zen.art-6-480.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"> Not always what is easy is the best or what is difficult, the most convenient.</span>zennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496524391245637863.post-6570264567052729462008-02-10T21:45:00.000-05:002008-02-10T21:48:08.600-05:00Inner Strength<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R6-3KR8LudI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ZyID6d42i0s/s1600-h/129-W--Zen.art-12-480.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165548684859652562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R6-3KR8LudI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ZyID6d42i0s/s400/129-W--Zen.art-12-480.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">The inner strength is based and sustained in the depth of the ideas and the sensibility that emanates from the creative faculty since to be, is not only to exist, because to live, is not only to move.<br />To be is to have ideas, to dream and also is the wonderful capacity of perceiving and reacting with the most sublime of the virtues, of the powers, which increases the value of every conscience and which has the highest name and the greatest name which any individual can have. And this name is Freedom. </span></div>zennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7496524391245637863.post-29968581595410358192008-02-03T13:47:00.000-05:002008-02-03T13:59:41.534-05:00The Inner Silence<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R6YN9Ob0s2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/V6LEhnOeFeU/s1600-h/66-Y-ZEN-4-innerSilence.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162829368324830050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_f1_cLw07aTA/R6YN9Ob0s2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/V6LEhnOeFeU/s400/66-Y-ZEN-4-innerSilence.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Oh, wonderful silence, inner word that talks about true love, which is always contemplating until fusing in the essence of eternity !<br /><br />Nothing can be compared, nothing can be placed in front of this peace. It is incomparable love, which we placidly can find in the silence itself. It is an unlimited depth that always goes beyond, where there are no longer, neither concepts, nor ideas, but only the light of truth. </span></div>zennoreply@blogger.com