Death carries off a man busy picking flowers with an besotted mind, like a great flood does a sleeping village.
Gautama BuddhaRead
Of all the worldly passions, lust is the most intense. All other worldly passions seem to follow in its train.
Interpretation
Lust is a powerful and primary desire among all human passions, influencing other desires as well.
Gautama Buddha suggests that among all human desires, lust stands out as the most intense and driving force. This suggests that lust not only has a profound impact on individual behavior but also shapes and directs other passions and relationships, indicating its powerful role in human experience.
In practice
During a discussion about human emotions, one might quote Buddha to illustrate the overwhelming nature of lust.
Death carries off a man busy picking flowers with an besotted mind, like a great flood does a sleeping village.
A kind man who makes good use of wealth is rightly said to possess a great treasure; but the miser who hoards up his riches will have no profit.
There are having flowers in Spring, breezes in Summer, moon in Autumn, snows in Winter. If there is nothing worrying over you, it will be the best seasons at all times.
Make an island of yourself, make yourself your refuge; there is no other refuge. Make truth your island, make truth your refuge; there is no other refuge.
When a wise man is advised of his errors, he will reflect on and improve his conduct. When his misconduct is pointed out, a foolish man will not only disregard the advice but rather repeat the same error.
The tongue like a sharp knife ... Kills without drawing blood.
You are the Essence of the Essence, The intoxication of Love. I long to sing Your Praises but stand mute with the agony of wishing in my heart !
They will say I smoked cigarettes and marijuana, cursed hoarse as a crow in all my languages, and loved morphine and Demerol and tequila and pulque, women and men. I will shrug my illusion of shoulders and answer that I am a water woman, not a vessel, not something you can sail or charter. I am instead the tributary, the river, the fluid source, and the sea itself. I am all her rainy implications. And what do you, with your rusted compass, know of love?
His face contained for me all possibilities of fierceness and sweetness, pride and submissiveness, violence, self-containment. I never saw more in it than I had when I saw it first, because I saw everything then. The whole thing in him that I was going to love, and never catch or explain.
Maybe the poets are right. Maybe love is the only answer.
There's nothing wrong with being gay, so to deny it is to make a judgment.
The essential building block is...the true love that is impossible to define for those who have never experienced it and unnecessary to define for those who have.
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