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Buddha said one should eliminate desire

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So one would then begin to desire not to desire.

Makes sense? You are now desiring not to desire.


-Just some thoughts, not agains Buddha or anything just some thoughts...
 
I am beautiful. Buddha would have desired me.

However you do not "desire" not to desire.

The "desire" Buddha speaks of is sexual in nature.
 
The_Narcissist said:
I am beautiful. Buddha would have desired me.

However you do not "desire" not to desire.

The "desire" Buddha speaks of is sexual in nature.
wtf you are :rainbow:
 
hotzie said:
wtf you are :rainbow:

My beauty and fairness have been known to attract many people of the same sex. However, my sexual desire is direction unto women who are as beautiful as me.
 
I can't wait for Brothabill to see this thread...heheee
 
Exosist said:
So one would then begin to desire not to desire.

Makes sense? You are now desiring not to desire.


-Just some thoughts, not agains Buddha or anything just some thoughts...


Stop playing with words. You know exactly what it means.

It's not to desire from desiring. It is to refrain from desiring.
I am not desiring not to desire but I am refraining not to desire.

Hmm.Does that make sense?
 
Growth&Courage said:
Stop playing with words. You know exactly what it means.

It's not to desire from desiring. It is to refrain from desiring.
I am not desiring not to desire but I am refraining not to desire.

Hmm.Does that make sense?

I see, what your saying is; you are desiring not to desire.
 
Exosist said:
So one would then begin to desire not to desire.

Makes sense? You are now desiring not to desire.


-Just some thoughts, not agains Buddha or anything just some thoughts...

Two monks were returning to the monastery in the evening. It had rained and there were puddles of water on the road sides. At one place a beautiful young woman was standing unable to walk accross because of a puddle of water. The elder of the two monks went up to a her lifted her in his alms and left her on the other side of the road, and continued his way to the monastery.
In the evening the younger monk came to the elder monk and said, "Sir, as monks, we cannot touch a woman ?"
The elder monk answered "yes, brother".
Then the younger monk asks again, " but then Sir, how is that you lifted that woman on the roadside ?"
The elder monk smiled at him and told him " I left her on the other side of the road, but you are still carrying her "
 
BrothaBill said:
Two monks were returning to the monastery in the evening. It had rained and there were puddles of water on the road sides. At one place a beautiful young woman was standing unable to walk accross because of a puddle of water. The elder of the two monks went up to a her lifted her in his alms and left her on the other side of the road, and continued his way to the monastery.
In the evening the younger monk came to the elder monk and said, "Sir, as monks, we cannot touch a woman ?"
The elder monk answered "yes, brother".
Then the younger monk asks again, " but then Sir, how is that you lifted that woman on the roadside ?"
The elder monk smiled at him and told him " I left her on the other side of the road, but you are still carrying her "


After reading this....I can see it now.
 
BrothaBill said:
Two monks were returning to the monastery in the evening. It had rained and there were puddles of water on the road sides. At one place a beautiful young woman was standing unable to walk accross because of a puddle of water. The elder of the two monks went up to a her lifted her in his alms and left her on the other side of the road, and continued his way to the monastery.
In the evening the younger monk came to the elder monk and said, "Sir, as monks, we cannot touch a woman ?"
The elder monk answered "yes, brother".
Then the younger monk asks again, " but then Sir, how is that you lifted that woman on the roadside ?"
The elder monk smiled at him and told him " I left her on the other side of the road, but you are still carrying her "

Hmmm well said .... this is excellent if you get it ;)
 
Exosist said:
After reading this....I can see it now.

Roshi Kapleau agreed to educate a group of psychoanalysts about Zen. After being introduced to the group by the director of the analytic institute, the Roshi quietly sat down upon a cushion placed on the floor. A student entered, prostrated before the master, and then seated himself on another cushion a few feet away, facing his teacher. "What is Zen?" the student asked. The Roshi produced a banana, peeled it, and started eating. "Is that all? Can't you show me anything else?" the student said. "Come closer, please," the master replied. The student moved in and the Roshi waved the remaining portion of the banana before the student's face. The student prostrated, and left.

A second student rose to address the audience. "Do you all understand?" When there was no response, the student added, "You have just witnessed a first-rate demonstration of Zen. Are there any questions?"

After a long silence, someone spoke up. "Roshi, I am not satisfied with your demonstration. You have shown us something that I am not sure I understand. It must be possible to TELL us what Zen is."

"If you must insist on words," the Roshi replied, "then Zen is an elephant copulating with a flea."
 
he only said that because he was fat and people didn´t desire him anymore

his philosophy sucks. I love desires.
 
Hiatussin said:
he only said that because he was fat and people didn´t desire him anymore

his philosophy sucks. I love desires.

You have no clue what "his philosophy" is do you now?
 
Hiatussin said:
I didn´t read on it. But I know the big lines

how can you know the big lines when the meaning is all between the lines??
 
Exosist said:
So one would then begin to desire not to desire.

Makes sense? You are now desiring not to desire.


-Just some thoughts, not agains Buddha or anything just some thoughts...
your weak.

no the whole point is you arnt even desiring to not desire.

you are just completely at one with yourself and care about everything and nothing. it is not desiring to desire nothing, it is truley desiring nothing.

that is why it is so hard to do
 
Poor and humble vs. rich and arrogant.....who will die happier?
 
Buddha died a horrible death. Life is pain, anyone that says different is selling something.
 
hanselthecaretaker said:
Poor and humble vs. rich and arrogant.....who will die happier?

Ryokan, a Zen master, lived the simplest kind of life in a little hut at the foot of a mountain. One evening a thief visited the hut only to discover there was nothing in it to steal.

Ryokan returned and caught him. "You may have come a long way to visit me," he told the prowler, "and you shoud not return emptyhanded. Please take my clothes as a gift."

The thief was bewildered. He took the clothes and slunk away.

Ryokan sat naked, watching the moon. "Poor fellow, " he mused, "I wish I could give him this beautiful moon."
 
It fluctuates between shitty and good for all of us. Right now I don't feel so good mentally. After I work out, I will feel like I can conquer the world for a few hours. The cycle continues and sooner or later, the shitty outweighs the good for all and then you die.
 
biteme said:
Buddha died a horrible death. Life is pain, anyone that says different is selling something.

Buddha told a parable in a sutra:

A man traveling across a field encountered a tiger. He fled, the tiger after him. Coming to a precipice, he caught hold of the root of a wild vine and swung himself down over the edge. The tiger sniffed at him from above. Trembling, the man looked down to where, far below, another tiger was waiting to eat him. Only the vine sustained him.

Two mice, one white and one black, little by little started to gnaw away the vine. The man saw a luscious strawberry near him. Grasping the vine with one hand, he plucked the strawberry with the other. How sweet it tasted!
 
BrothaBill said:
Ryokan, a Zen master, lived the simplest kind of life in a little hut at the foot of a mountain. One evening a thief visited the hut only to discover there was nothing in it to steal.

Ryokan returned and caught him. "You may have come a long way to visit me," he told the prowler, "and you shoud not return emptyhanded. Please take my clothes as a gift."

The thief was bewildered. He took the clothes and slunk away.

Ryokan sat naked, watching the moon. "Poor fellow, " he mused, "I wish I could give him this beautiful moon."

Sounds like some Kung FU bullshit to me. I bet he froze his ass off without the clothes. Everyone suffers.
 
biteme said:
Sounds like some Kung FU bullshit to me. I bet he froze his ass off without the clothes. Everyone suffers.


There once was a monastery that was very strict. Following a vow of silence, no one was allowed to speak at all. But there was one exception to this rule. Every ten years, the monks were permitted to speak just two words. After spending his first ten years at the monastery, one monk went to the head monk. "It has been ten years," said the head monk. "What are the two words you would like to speak?"

"Bed... hard..." said the monk.

"I see," replied the head monk.

Ten years later, the monk returned to the head monk's office. "It has been ten more years," said the head monk. "What are the two words you would like to speak?"

"Food... stinks..." said the monk.

"I see," replied the head monk.

Yet another ten years passed and the monk once again met with the head monk who asked, "What are your two words now, after these ten years?"

"I... quit!" said the monk.

"Well, I can see why," replied the head monk. "All you ever do is complain."
 
BrothaBill said:
There once was a monastery that was very strict. Following a vow of silence, no one was allowed to speak at all. But there was one exception to this rule. Every ten years, the monks were permitted to speak just two words. After spending his first ten years at the monastery, one monk went to the head monk. "It has been ten years," said the head monk. "What are the two words you would like to speak?"

"Bed... hard..." said the monk.

"I see," replied the head monk.

Ten years later, the monk returned to the head monk's office. "It has been ten more years," said the head monk. "What are the two words you would like to speak?"

"Food... stinks..." said the monk.

"I see," replied the head monk.

Yet another ten years passed and the monk once again met with the head monk who asked, "What are your two words now, after these ten years?"

"I... quit!" said the monk.

"Well, I can see why," replied the head monk. "All you ever do is complain."

Haha. I'm just a realist. Of course, your attitude can make things a lot better. But, I've seen a lot of bad shit in my time that's happened to those close to me and it sucks.
 
Alot of ppl in this thread have no clue as to what they are talking about.
 
Yarg! said:
Alot of ppl in this thread have no clue as to what they are talking about.

Enlighten us all woo chang.
 
biteme said:
Haha. I'm just a realist. Of course, your attitude can make things a lot better. But, I've seen a lot of bad shit in my time that's happened to those close to me and it sucks.

A hermit was meditating by a river when a young man interrupted him. "Master, I wish to become your disciple," said the man. "Why?" replied the hermit. The young man thought for a moment. "Because I want to find God."

The master jumped up, grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, dragged him into the river, and plunged his head under water. After holding him there for a minute, with him kicking and struggling to free himself, the master finally pulled him up out of the river. The young man coughed up water and gasped to get his breath. When he eventually quieted down, the master spoke. "Tell me, what did you want most of all when you were under water."

"Air!" answered the man.

"Very well," said the master. "Go home and come back to me when you want God as much as you just wanted air."
 
BrothaBill said:
A hermit was meditating by a river when a young man interrupted him. "Master, I wish to become your disciple," said the man. "Why?" replied the hermit. The young man thought for a moment. "Because I want to find God."

The master jumped up, grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, dragged him into the river, and plunged his head under water. After holding him there for a minute, with him kicking and struggling to free himself, the master finally pulled him up out of the river. The young man coughed up water and gasped to get his breath. When he eventually quieted down, the master spoke. "Tell me, what did you want most of all when you were under water."

"Air!" answered the man.

"Very well," said the master. "Go home and come back to me when you want God as much as you just wanted air."

You still won't find him. It's all in your mind. He's ever elusive. Now, I have to go workout.
 
A monk told the Zen master: “I have just entered the monastery. Please teach me.”
“Have you eaten your rice porridge?” the Zen master asked.
“I’ve eaten it,” the monk replied.
The Zen master said: “Then you had better wash your bowl.”
And at that moment the monk was enlightened …
 
biteme said:
You still won't find him. It's all in your mind. He's ever elusive. Now, I have to go workout.

He killed my car battery so I couldnt work out.
 
biteme said:
He killed my car battery so I couldnt work out.

One of master Gasan's monks visited the university in Tokyo. When he returned, he asked the master if he had ever read the Christian Bible. "No," Gasan replied, "Please read some of it to me." The monk opened the Bible to the Sermon on the Mount in St. Matthew, and began reading. After reading Christ's words about the lilies in the field, he paused. Master Gasan was silent for a long time. "Yes," he finally said, "Whoever uttered these words is an enlightened being. What you have read to me is the essence of everything I have been trying to teach you here!"
 
YASMINA said:
Does Buddah teach anything about true friendship and loyalty?

Two men were arguing about a flag flapping in the wind. "It's the wind that is really moving," stated the first one. "No, it is the flag that is moving," contended the second. A Zen master, who happened to be walking by, overheard the debate and interrupted them. "Neither the flag nor the wind is moving," he said, "It is MIND that moves."

(In other versions of this story,
the master says it is the HEART
that flaps)
 
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