A cup of wine, under the flowering trees;
I drink alone, for no friend is near.
Raising my cup I beckon the bright moon,
For he, with my shadow, will make three men.
Li Bai
Friday, October 2, 2026
Wednesday, September 30, 2026
If someone ignores you or hurts your feelings.
Always remember this.
The buddha explains a person is made up of
these things called the five aggregates :
form,
feeling,
perception,
intention,
consciousness.
Whether it's your five aggregates
or someone else's.
They have these three common
characteristics. The Buddha calls them
the three marks of existence,
anicca : Everything is impermanent.
dukkha : Whatever is impermanent produces suffering.
anatta : It's not under your control.
We normally think feelings and intentions
are under our control, but really it's just
a set of conditions. If someone hits us,
we hate them. If someone gifts us, we love them.
If someone does the right thing while we're in
the wrong mood, it has its own effect.
So always remember, if it's so difficult
to control your own feelings and intentions,
how are you supposed to control the intentions
and feelings of others.
littlelightofwisdom
Always remember this.
The buddha explains a person is made up of
these things called the five aggregates :
form,
feeling,
perception,
intention,
consciousness.
Whether it's your five aggregates
or someone else's.
They have these three common
characteristics. The Buddha calls them
the three marks of existence,
anicca : Everything is impermanent.
dukkha : Whatever is impermanent produces suffering.
anatta : It's not under your control.
We normally think feelings and intentions
are under our control, but really it's just
a set of conditions. If someone hits us,
we hate them. If someone gifts us, we love them.
If someone does the right thing while we're in
the wrong mood, it has its own effect.
So always remember, if it's so difficult
to control your own feelings and intentions,
how are you supposed to control the intentions
and feelings of others.
littlelightofwisdom
Love poem to myself
THE CYCLE BREAKER IS
the one who stops
mid-sentence
and chooses
silence
over repetition
THE CYCLE BREAKER IS
the one who feels
the full weight
of many lifetimes
and still decides
not to pass it on
THE CYCLE BREAKER IS
the child
who grew up
too early
so the future
could rest
THE CYCLE BREAKER IS
the one
who carries grief
that was never named
and gives it a body
so it can
finally leave
THE CYCLE BREAKER IS
the hurt
no one sees
the labor
no one applauds
the loneliness
between what was
and what has
not yet learned
how to exist
THE CYCLE BREAKER IS
the pause
in the lineage
where harm
loses momentum
THE CYCLE BREAKER IS
the one
who disappoints
the old gods
to protect the unborn
THE CYCLE BREAKER IS
the trembling hand
that chooses
tenderness
without proof
it will be returned
THE CYCLE BREAKER IS
the quiet hero
who bleeds
in private
so others
can arrive lighter
THE CYCLE BREAKER IS
not weak
not broken
not exhausted
from loving forward
THE CYCLE BREAKER IS
the bridge
that no one thanks
because everyone
is too busy
crossing
Hanna-Leana Kuus
art:Mirjam Duizendstra
THE CYCLE BREAKER IS
the one who stops
mid-sentence
and chooses
silence
over repetition
THE CYCLE BREAKER IS
the one who feels
the full weight
of many lifetimes
and still decides
not to pass it on
THE CYCLE BREAKER IS
the child
who grew up
too early
so the future
could rest
THE CYCLE BREAKER IS
the one
who carries grief
that was never named
and gives it a body
so it can
finally leave
THE CYCLE BREAKER IS
the hurt
no one sees
the labor
no one applauds
the loneliness
between what was
and what has
not yet learned
how to exist
THE CYCLE BREAKER IS
the pause
in the lineage
where harm
loses momentum
THE CYCLE BREAKER IS
the one
who disappoints
the old gods
to protect the unborn
THE CYCLE BREAKER IS
the trembling hand
that chooses
tenderness
without proof
it will be returned
THE CYCLE BREAKER IS
the quiet hero
who bleeds
in private
so others
can arrive lighter
THE CYCLE BREAKER IS
not weak
not broken
not exhausted
from loving forward
THE CYCLE BREAKER IS
the bridge
that no one thanks
because everyone
is too busy
crossing
Hanna-Leana Kuus
art:Mirjam Duizendstra
Tuesday, September 29, 2026
I have been many versions of myself.
Every one of them had to survive.
Some learned how to fight.
Some learned when to let go.
Some where softer than others.
Some broke just to keep me alive.
I carry pieces of every one of them.
Everyone of me had to survive so
I could become this one.
mushinjournal Art: Rainier ridao
Every one of them had to survive.
Some learned how to fight.
Some learned when to let go.
Some where softer than others.
Some broke just to keep me alive.
I carry pieces of every one of them.
Everyone of me had to survive so
I could become this one.
mushinjournal Art: Rainier ridao
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