1 ART IS LIFE...[P] Sat Feb 28, 2015 12:53 pm
Aomine
D-rank
ALL ALONE WITH MY THOUGHTS..
The puppet master lay on his bed and rested his head on the pillow stuffed with cotton. His half exposed body which was his upper torso lay straight to give him a posture of death. The silvery bed sheets that half covered him from toe to waist reflected the white light that shone from the ceiling of the room.Dray stared into the nothingness that seemed to envelope his vision. His mind was as white as a lamb's skin. He tried to think but the many mysteries of this abandoned house would not let him. Still staring at nothing, dray simply moved his right hand to the side and reached for the piece of paper he had found in the house. Another clue it was. He had read it before now but he still felt like there was something more to gain from it. He had put it close to the piece of paper he had earlier found in the closet in the basement workshop and checked their similarities. He then concluded that this one paper he was holding definetly belonged to the father of the puppeteer and that the paper he had found in the closet was drafted from this original one. Dray held the paper to his face as he began to follow the contents with his eyes while reading it in his mind..
I. Holding the Shakujo and making this wish for all sentient beings, may I gather together a great assembly, show the Buddha's true path, and offer the Three Treasures. May I gather together a great assembly, show the Buddha's true path and offer the Three Treasures.
II. From a pure heart in the past, I gave the Three Treasures. Now emanating a pure heart I give the Three Treasures. In the future I will purify my heart and give the Three Treasures.
III. I pray that all beings become holy teachers with vows filling the universe, to the extent that all the suffering of everyone is assuaged in the Dharmakaya. I offer the Three Treasures that they meet the Buddhas and suddenly awaken to Bodhi.
IV. I pray that all beings cultivate the Absolute Truth with great mercy and compassion, that they cultivate the Provisional Truth with great mercy and compassion, and that they cultivate the One Vehicle with great mercy and compassion. I respectfully offer the Three Jewels of the Buddha, Dharma and Sangha, these three jewels within one body.
V. I pray that all beings perfect their generosity with great mercy and compassion; perfecting their morality with great mercy and compassion; perfect their patience with great mercy and compassion; perfect their energy with great mercy and compassion; perfect their meditation with great mercy and compassion; perfect their wisdom with great mercy and compassion.
VI. I pray that all beings everywhere hear the sound of the Shakujo; that the lazy become energetic; that precept breakers become virtuous; that the untrustworthy become reliable; that the stingy become generous; that the angry become merciful; that the foolish become wise; that the arrogant become humble; and that once free from obstacles they take heart, act with myriad skillful means and quickly attain enlightenment.
VII. For the benefit of all beings, I wish for a change of heart in the harmful beings of the world: the cruel and wicked people; the devils and evil spirits; the fierce animals, poisonous snakes and insects. I wish that all these beings hear the sound of the Shakujo, abandon all harm, emanate the Bodhi Heart, act with myriad skillful means, and quickly attain enlightenment.
VIII. For the benefit of all beings, I wish that all people everywhere come to the aid of those suffering in the hells, the hungry ghosts, those in the animal realms, and people in the midst of the eight difficulties of life. I wish that everyone takes upon himself the suffering of others, hears the sound of the Shakujo, and soon attains deliverance. To those fallen to temptations, gone astray, foolish, with divided minds, hindered, facing the 108 worries, I wish they all emanate Bodhi Heart, act with myriad skillful means, and quickly attain enlightenment.
IX. All Buddhas of the past have abandoned errors and taken hold of the Shakujo. Buddhas of the present and those now becoming Buddhas take hold of the Shakujo. Those who become Buddhas in a life yet to come will take hold of the Shakujo. Forever I bow to them, carry the Shakujo and give the Three Treasures. Forever I bow to them, carry the Shakujo and give the Three Treasures.
I give honor, reverence and offerings to the vast world of mountain deities reverence and offerings for the protection of the sanghia. Please, take mercy and protect all creatures.
Reading it again baffled dray. The man's father was a pure religious man but why the puppeteer wanted to do what he wrote down was confusing. Dray lay down the paper on the bed and closed his eyes as he began to calm his nerves and let whatever thoughts came through to sink into his head. He thought of what to do but nothing came throught. Still in bed, he stretched his hand to the drawer by his bed side. He opened it and picked out a book and a pen. He raised his right knee to allow his foot lay solidly on the bed. He placed the book on the elevated thigh and began to write without even thinking.
Art is life. Everything I can imagine is real. A life spent making mistakes is not only more honourable, but it is more useful than a life spent doing nothing. Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen. I might not look nice but I know I look like art. Art isn't supposed to look nice, its supposed to make me feel different. A good painter should begin every canvas with a wash of black because all things in nature are dark except when exposed to the light. I must have chaos within me, to give birth to a dancing star. Art is the lie that enables me to see the truth. The most beautiful experience I can have is enigmatic, the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art. It is good to love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done. I might be an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls. Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you. If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I will answer that I was born to live life to the fullest throught my arts. Art enables me to find myself and lose myself at the same time.
I dream my art and I make an art of my dream. We are only puppets, our strings are being pulled by unknown forces. Death is a release from the impressions of the senses, and from desires that make us their puppets, and from the vagaries of the mind, and from the hard service of the flesh. We are no longer puppets being manipulated by outside powerful forces: we become the powerful force ourselves. My puppets shall be far more liberated than I am for ventriloquism is a useful way of expressing myself. I could never be on the battle field on my own but puppets can say things that mere humans can't say. Funny enough, there have been puppets in everything I've written because I have a huge love of puppets. Puppets can be the worst of nightmare but yet, they are worth day dreaming about.
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