Tuesday, May 2, 2023

RIP Dear Gordon Lightfoot // Seven Island Suite

 

Seven islands to the high side of the bay, 'cross the bayTo the sunset through the blue light of a fiery autumn hazeWe went walking on the high side of the bay on a chilly mornAnd we saw how leaves had fallen on the beds where trees were bornAny man in his right mind could not fail to be made awareAny woman with a gift of wisdom would not seek her answers there
Seven islands to the high side of the bay if you're looking westTo the sunset you can see it, all in fiery autumn dressAnytime would be the right time to come up to your bed of boughsAnybody with a wish to wander could not fail but to be aroused
Living high in the city, guess you think it's a pretty good wayYou get to learn but when you get burned you got nothing to sayYou seem to think because you got chicken to go you're in luckFortune will not find you in your mansion or your truckBrothers will desert you when you're down and shit out of luck
Look around at the morning, guess you're doing the best you canSurely you know that when you go nobody gives you a handThink of the air you're breathing in, think of the time you wasteThink of the right and wrong and consider the frown on your face
It's time you tried living on the high side of the bay, you need a restAny woman or a man with a wish to fade away could be so blessedFortune will not find you in your mansion turned to goldBrothers will desert you when your nights turn long and cold
If you feel it you better believe it, you're gonna see it, so you really knowIt is rising like a feather, dipping and dancing from belowThere's a new wave that is breaking in the wake of a passing shipEvery nation's gonna be shaken, put it together, don't let it slip
It's time you tried living on the high side of the bay, you need a restAny man or a woman with a wish to fade away could be so blessed
Seven islands to the high side of the bay, 'cross the bayTo the sunset through the blue light of a fiery autumn hazeTo the sunset through the blue light of a fiery autumn haze

Via Dhamma Wheel | Right Intention: Cultivating Appreciative Joy

 


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RIGHT INTENTION
Cultivating Appreciative Joy
Whatever you intend, whatever you plan, and whatever you have a tendency toward, that will become the basis upon which your mind is established. (SN 12.40) Develop meditation on appreciative joy, for when you develop meditation on appreciative joy, any discontent will be abandoned. (MN 62) 

Appreciative joy succeeds when it makes discontent subside. (Vm 9.95)
Reflection
The third brahma-vihara, appreciative joy, is not mere joy. It is the gladness that arises when you witness or contemplate the good fortune and happiness of another being. It is a celebration of all that is good in the world, an appreciation of healthy enjoyment itself. If you allow yourself to experience this often, your mind will naturally incline toward this state. It is impossible to feel any discontent when you genuinely feel good about others.

Daily Practice
This is a practice the world needs greatly, and it is deeply healing to the wounded heart. Living beings abide together in such profound interdependence that when relationships are fused with appreciative joy rather than discontent, the entire system becomes healthier. Practice celebrating the good things you see around you every day and use appreciative joy as a powerful antidote whenever you feel discontent.

Tomorrow: Refraining from Harsh Speech
One week from today: Cultivating Equanimity

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Via Daily Dharma: The Natural Response to Insight

 Through repeated practice, we see that all phenomena have a beginning, a middle, and an end, and then letting go occurs as a natural response of a mind that understands the way things really are.

Ayya Santacitta, “Slow Down, Take Your Seat”


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