Faust (Jigme Chöying)
@choying.bsky.social
Aspiring hermit yogi on the green hillsides of rural Western Europe. They/them
Sometimes I miss being very active on social media.
I am perceived, therefore I am.
Sometimes I still begin to write a post—see how astute I am, see how funny I am. Sometimes I think I should take a photo. But who needs to see that? It ends up deleted.
I am perceived, therefore I am.
Sometimes I still begin to write a post—see how astute I am, see how funny I am. Sometimes I think I should take a photo. But who needs to see that? It ends up deleted.
March 22, 2024 at 2:05 PM
Sometimes I miss being very active on social media.
I am perceived, therefore I am.
Sometimes I still begin to write a post—see how astute I am, see how funny I am. Sometimes I think I should take a photo. But who needs to see that? It ends up deleted.
I am perceived, therefore I am.
Sometimes I still begin to write a post—see how astute I am, see how funny I am. Sometimes I think I should take a photo. But who needs to see that? It ends up deleted.
When I say
that I love you
it is but a finger
pointing to the moon.
that I love you
it is but a finger
pointing to the moon.
March 21, 2024 at 10:21 AM
When I say
that I love you
it is but a finger
pointing to the moon.
that I love you
it is but a finger
pointing to the moon.
It neither changes
nor remains the same
the master says.
I wish it would remain
I whisper.
My heart is wet with tears.
nor remains the same
the master says.
I wish it would remain
I whisper.
My heart is wet with tears.
March 20, 2024 at 8:08 PM
It neither changes
nor remains the same
the master says.
I wish it would remain
I whisper.
My heart is wet with tears.
nor remains the same
the master says.
I wish it would remain
I whisper.
My heart is wet with tears.
May I recognise the suffering of those who derail my conversations with others. May I have the compassion to see that in their suffering, they needed to be seen and heard.
May I release my attachment to imagined outcomes.
May I release my attachment to imagined outcomes.
March 20, 2024 at 11:57 AM
May I recognise the suffering of those who derail my conversations with others. May I have the compassion to see that in their suffering, they needed to be seen and heard.
May I release my attachment to imagined outcomes.
May I release my attachment to imagined outcomes.