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Dragon (龙) stroke order

Dragon (龍) stroke-order

Dragon: shinjitai, simplified, traditional

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龙

龍

Dragon: Oracle Bone, Bronze, Seal Script

Oh soul, you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength. 
You have seen your own beauty. 
You have seen your golden wings. 
Of anything less, why do you worry?
You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.
(Rumi) image: Caras Ionut 

Psalm 19:12-14

But who can discern their own errors?
    Forgive my hidden faults. 
Keep your servant also from willful sins; 
    may they not rule over me. 
Then I will be blameless, 
    innocent of great transgression.
May these words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart
    be pleasing in your sight,
    Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.


The seed will grow well, the vine will yield its fruit, the ground will produce its crops, and the heavens will drop their dew. I will give all these things as an inheritance to the remnant of this people.


Instead of your shame 
    you will receive a double portion,
and instead of disgrace
    you will rejoice in your inheritance.
And so you will inherit a double portion in your land,
    and everlasting joy will be yours.

Tension and Love

 that in love and in psychological growth, the key to success is the ability to endure the tension of the opposites without abandoning the process, and that this tension allows one to grow and to transform.

Rumi 50

Come along, come along, the fields are a-flower
Come along, come along, it’s the lover’s hour.
Come along, all at once, every soul and all the world
Bathe yourselves in the sun’s golden arrows’ shower.
Mock the crone who is left without a companion
Weep for the lonesome he, who has left his lover.
Everyone must rise up, and spread the news,
Mad man has cut his chain and escaped the tower.
Beat the drums without care, and remain speechless,
Mind and heart fled long before the soul fled the bower.
What a day, what a day, it feels like Judgement Day,
Impotent is our life’s book, has lost its very power.
Be silent, be silent, keep the veil, keep the veil,
Go for the sweet grapes, let go of the sour.

Rumi 66

Alas that beautiful beloved where hence?
Alas that graceful Goddess where hence?
In our midst like a candle brightly shone
Where hence, alas, without us where hence?
Like a shivering leaf my heart constantly moan
Beloved left at midnight, where hence?
Ask wayfarers to have the path shown
That soul-pleasing companion, where hence?
In the garden ask the gardener alone
That unequalled King has gone, where hence?
In the watch towers ask the guards who have known
That beautiful rose stem, where hence?
In madness roaming the desert sand and stone
That dear lost in this pasture, where hence?
My eyes from tears into a river have grown
In this ocean, that Pearl where hence?
Although is with others, is our very own
From us has flown, where to? Where hence?

The Antidote

There is a lot of noise about forgiveness
it is said; "God forgives You"
but God made me what I am.
I am not the doer.


Then shall i forgive God?
If i am not the doer 
Then how shall i?


If God does not exist
then i am the doer;
Shall i forgive myself?


Long ago i learned
God is my very self;
so then, shall i forgive
the self of myself.


I am angry because god has done this.
or i have, is there any difference?
if i believe in God
then it is God's doing.


On the other hand
if i do not believe
then i am my own God;
One must forgive or suffer
there is no choice.


The same applies to hate;
i hate God - or myself
again, is there any difference?
I became love many years ago
i knew this Love.


God appeared out of that
and I became, hating god's intervention;
hating myself, hating my existence.
i rejected God.


I put a form in front of god
and worshipped that
hating its existence.


My experience of the world
became a reflection of my hate;
i would not forgive myself.


Hating, of course i denied God himself;
i would not love that self
which resides in that love.


In the dark, i existed
surrounded on all sides by rejection
a mantle of jealousy surrounding my heart.


That Love\light stymied
covered in darkness, i ran away.
ahead of me, unfolded my fear;
i lived in a world of secret remorse.


A dark thing hating the light
Love deserted me, or i deserted Love;
I could not forgive myself.


The slimy black snake of anger
slithered out of my mind
and threw me to the floor
scheming death.


Love screamed out for God
in the voice stolen from hate;
the snake wailed and twitched in death
as Love came home.


Forgiveness, what is that but Love
which is my very self, whom i forgive.
this act is Love, which is myself
given to me.

Fire and Ice

BY ROBERT FROST

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I’ve tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.

FORGIVE OTHERS

Easter