Not a room of poems

0:00 Detachment. The view so vivid and exciting. Full of life, happiness and joy. Sometimes sorrow, often pain. From limited knowledge and ignorance, glances still. Stepping back, enlarging the scope, gaining new foothold, spectating from a distance, different angle. Firmly pacing, knowing, from here I must walk, these curtains must fall, something must go. Giving away the known, to make space for the unknown, letting go, to fall, the facade, so dear and attached, which does not hold, it must go. The one behind, was an angle of mine, based on defects. That was all. Nothing really at all.

0:56 But it was all I knew. To be, how we are supposed to be. Believe the way we ought to be. See what we want to see. And pretend to be, the one we have learned to be. But that's not me. So be, and purely be, without hesitation. Just be, but realize to be, truly, simply, because to be. Why are we sad? Because we are not happy. Why are we excited? Because we are not bored. Why are we in love? Because we are not lonely. Why are we upset? Because we are not content.

1:47 When we realize, then we only are. It looks at nobody, but sees everything. Everyone. Perceives no difference. Lates no chargement. Still keeps you company. Gives you strength. Supports you while you're down. Doesn't blame. Or put you into shame. You always welcome. Never exclude it. No matter what happens. Or what you do. Something is here to stay. And that's for you. Unconditional. Love. Allow me, Petri, to share a very beautiful poem here by Otagaki Rengetsu. She was a Buddhist nun living in the 17th century in Japan, basically in Kyoto. And she wrote these passages. I will cite them here.

2:44 Honest simple words and an honest simple heart are the sign of one who is set upon the path to ancient virtue. This poem is translated from Japanese to English. Her story is very cruel, but she found her peace in becoming a nun. She got married two times and both her husbands and five children died. So she devoted her life to Buddha afterwards. She was a daughter of a samurai and a geisha, but it has never been confirmed so far. And I really love her story, so I thought it's worth sharing.

3:32 And lastly, she said, "Poetry is a path to making one's heart honest." So I will close it with this. The Father, the Son, and Holy Ghost, the Mirth from Mary, Virgin, Chaste, of Angelus, all the odorous nine, and all the heavenly court divine. Son, bring thou fra the pine and wool, of slivelling every court man's foe. Again to Edinburgh's joy and bliss, queer worship, wealth and welfare ease. Play, Pleasance, and e'er honesty, say ye amen for charity. William Dunbar, The Dredge of Dunbar. Very beautiful poem here by Otagaki Rengetsu. She was a Buddhist nun living in the 17th century in Japan, basically in Kyoto. And she wrote this poem, "The Dredge of Dunbar." She was a Buddhist nun, and she wrote this poem, "The Dredge of Dunbar." She was a Buddhist nun living in the 17th century in Kyoto.

4:20 And she wrote this poem, "The Dredge of Dunbar." She was a Buddhist nun living in the 17th century in Kyoto. Basically, this poem is translated from Japanese to English. And her story, it's very cruel, actually, but she found her peace in becoming a nun. She got married two times, and both her husbands and five children died. So she devoted her life to Buddha afterwards. She was a daughter of a samurai, and she was a Buddhist nun living in Kyoto. And she was a Buddhist nun living in a geisha but and lastly she said poetry is a path to making one's heart honest share a very beautiful poem here by otagaki rengetsu she was a buddhist nun living in the 17th century in japan basically in kyoto this poem is translated from japanese to english and her story it's very cruel actually but she found her her peace in becoming a nun she got married two times and both her husbands and five children died so she devoted her life to buddha afterwards she was a daughter of a samurai and a geisha but it has never been confirmed so far she said poetry is a path to making one's heart honest.