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I have forgotten - Milarepa
May I be far removed from contending creeds and dogmas.Ever since my Lord’s grace entered my mind,
My mind has never strayed to seek such distractions.
Accustomed long to contemplating love and compassion,
I have forgotten all difference between myself and others. Accustomed long to meditating on my Guru as enhaloed over my head,
I have forgotten all those who rule by power and prestige.
Accustomed long to meditating on my guardian deities as inseparable from myself,
I have forgotten the lowly fleshly form.
Accustomed long to meditating on the secret whispered truths,
I have forgotten all that is said in written or printed books.
Accustomed, as I have been, to the study of the eternal Truth,
I’ve lost all knowledge of ignorance. Accustomed, as I’ve been, to contemplating both nirvana and samsara as inherent in myself,
I have forgotten to think of hope and fear.
Accustomed, as I’ve been, to meditating on this life and the next as one,
I have forgotten the dread of birth and death.
Accustomed long to studying, by myself, my own experiences,
I have forgotten the need to seek the opinions of friends and brethren.
Accustomed long to applying each new experience to my own spiritual growth,
I have forgotten all creeds and dogmas. Accustomed long to meditating on the Unborn, the Indestructible, the Unchanging,
I have forgotten all definitions of this or that particular goal.
Accustomed long to meditating on all visible phenomena as the Dharmakaya,
I have forgotten all meditations on what is produced by the mind.
Accustomed long to keeping my mind in the uncreated state of freedom,
I have forgotten all conventions and artificialities. Accustomed long to humbleness, of body and mind,
I have forgotten the pride and haughty manner of the mighty.
Accustomed long to regarding my fleshly body as my hermitage,
I have forgotten the ease and comfort of retreats and monasteries.
Accustomed long to knowing the meaning of the Wordless,
I have forgotten the way to trace the roots of verbs, and the
sources of words and phrases. You, 0 learned one, may trace out these things in your books
stranger in moscow - MJ
I was wandering in the rainMask of life, feelin insane
Swift and sudden fall from grace
Sunny days seem far away
Kremlins shadow belittlin me
Stalins tomb wont let me be
On and on and on it came
Wish the rain would just let me How does it feel (how does it feel)
How does it feel
How does it feel
When youre alone
And youre cold inside Here abandoned in my fame
Armageddon of the brain
Kgb was doggin me
Take my name and just let me be
Then a begger boy called my name
Happy days will drown the pain
On and on and on it came
And again, and again, and again…
Take my name and just let me be How does it feel (how does it feel)
How does it feel
How does it feel
How does it feel
How does it feel (how does it feel now)
How does it feel
How does it feel
When youre alone
And youre cold inside How does it feel (how does it feel)
How does it feel
How does it feel
How does it feel
How does it feel (how does it feel now)
How does it feel
How does it feel
When youre alone
And youre cold inside Like stranger in moscow
Like stranger in moscow
Were talkin danger
Were talkin danger, baby
Like stranger in moscow
Were talkin danger
Were talkin danger, baby
Like stranger in moscow
Im livin lonely
Im livin lonely, baby
Stranger in moscow (kgb interrogator -
Russian to english translation)
Why have you come from the west? Confess! to steal the great achievements of
The people, the accomplishments of the workers…
Michael Jackson - Stranger In Moscow (via michaeljackson)
This is my favorite Michael song. Superb, sublime, so simple, so deep, so moving. Pure genius. I became his fan 40 years ago, when I was 8 and he was 9, because I was given a 45 rev. vynil with “I never can say goodbye” in side A and “Rockin’ Robin” in side B.
I have always loved him as if he was my soul mate. Never believed a thing about the accusations. He loved children in a very pure way, like a protector and as someone that kept his kid nature alive in his heart. He needed very much to express his child-like feelings after a whole life of hard work and his childhood supressed due to business schedule.
He was a true angel, a ray of the Divine, not an ordinary person, he showed the light of another world within him and through his music, a world where joy, beauty, love and peace are reality. Michael, my love forever. Have a good trip back to the infinite Light.
Todo Mi Amor Eres Tu (rare spanish audio of MJ hit) (via mj4life)
MIchael Jackson I Just Cant Stop Loving You (via mj4life)
