Re: Shambhala: The Sacred Path of the Warrior
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Re: Shambhala: The Sacred Path of the Warrior         

Group: alt.magick · Group Profile
Author: mika
Date: Jul 28, 2008 16:14

On Jul 28, 1:54 pm, "Tom" wrote:
> "mika" wrote:
>
>> Sadness sucks.
>
> What does it suck?  

It sucks the joy right out of an otherwise comforting fantasy.
> And why? Look right at it.

Right now, it's a reflection of the reality of impermanence. And
dreams, I mean, expectations, that will never be satisfied.

This particular sadness sucks because it illustrates what a spoiled
selfish little btch I can be. I've got cupcakes, gumdrops and
chocolate truffles yet I'm feeling sad because the second tier of that
ice cream cone toppled over. boo f'ing hoo, woe is me, waaa waaa
waaa, etc.

There are so many layers to sadness but I think the most disturbing is
the tendency to wallow in grief over a future that no longer exists at
the expense of appreciating a present that actually does exist, right
now, right here.
> Methinks I court, methinks I kiss,
> Methinks I now embrace my miss.
> O blessed days, O sweet content,
> In Paradise my time is spent.
> Such thoughts may still my fancy move,
> So may I ever be in love.
> All my joys to this are folly,
> Naught so sweet as melancholy.
>
> When I recount love's many frights,
> My sighs and tears, my waking nights,
> My jealous fits, O mine hard fate
> I now repent, but 'tis too late.
> No torment is so bad as love
> So bitter to my soul can prove.
> All my griefs to this are jolly,
> Naught so harsh as melancholy.
>
> Friends and companions get you gone,
> 'Tis my desire to be alone;
> Ne'er well but when my thoughts and I
> Do domineer in privacy.
> No gem, no treasure like to this,
> 'Tis my delight, my crown, my bliss.
> All my joys to this are folly,
> Naught so sweet as melancholy.
>
> 'Tis my sole plague to be alone,
> I am a beast, a monster grown,
> I will no light nor company,
> I find it now my misery.
> The scene is turn'd my joys are gone,
> Fear, discontent, and sorrows come,
> All my griefs to this are folly,
> Naught so fierce as melancholy.
>
> -- Robert Burton, "The Anatomy of Melancholy", 1621

Thank you, that's beautiful. I wish I couldn't appreciate it as much
as I do right now.
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