Saṃsāra (Sanskrit: संसार) (in Tibetan called khor ba "སམསར", pronounced kɔrwɔ, meaning "continuous flow" and in Sinhala called sangsāra "සංසාර" meaning "eternal cycle"), is the repeating cycle of birth, life and death (reincarnation) as well as one's actions and consequences in the past, present, and future in Hinduism, Buddhism, Bon, Jainism, Taoism[1] and Sikhism.
The bhavacakra (Sanskrit; Pali: bhavacakka; Tibetan: srid pa'i 'khor lo) is a symbolic representation of samsara (or cyclic existence) found on the outside walls of Tibetan Buddhist temples and monasteries in the Indo-Tibetan region. In the Mahayana Buddhist tradition, it is believed that the drawing was designed by the Buddha himself in order to help ordinary people understand the Buddhist teachings. The bhavacakra is popularly referred to as the wheel of life. This term is also translated as wheel of cyclic existence or wheel of becoming.
The bhavacakra is popularly referred to as the wheel of life. This term is also translated as wheel of cyclic existence or wheel of becoming.
Octavio Paz
an actual presence like a burst of singing, like the song of the wind in a burning building, a long look holding the whole world suspended, the world with all its seas and all its mountains, body of light as it is filtered through agate, the thighs of light, the belly of light, the bays, the solar rock and the cloud-colored body, color of day that goes racing and leaping, the hour glitters and assumes its body, now the world stands, visible through your body, and is transparent through your transparency,
I go among your body as among the world, your belly the sunlit center of the city, your breasts two churches where are celebrated the great parallel mysteries of the blood, the looks of my eyes cover you like ivy, you are a city by the sea assaulted, you are a rampart by the light divided into two halves, distinct, color of peaches, and you are saltiness, you are rocks and birds beneath the edict of concentrated noon
your loins are harvest, a field of waves and singing, your loins are crystal and your loins are water, your lips, your hair, the looks you give me, they all night shower down like rain, and all day long you open up my breast with your fingers of water, you close my eyelids with your mouth of water, raining upon my bones, and in my breast the roots of water drive deep a liquid tree,
you take on the likeness of a tree, a cloud, you are all birds and now you are a star, now you resemble the sharp edge of a sword and now the executioner's bowl of blood, the encroaching ivy that over grows and then roots out the soul and divides it from itself,
I wish everyone a peaceful, safe and joyous new year. - bastrop
- bastrop