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Ksitigarbha, the eart store bodhisattva (commons.wikimedia.org)
Ksitigarbha, the earth store bodhisattva
With his staff he uses to pound open the gates of Hell,
and his cintamani pearl for illuminating all the various realms of hell,
to benefit sentient beings trapped there




We do not fear that,
what we usually think of as death,
but the uncertainty, that may accompany it.
It’s the not-knowing that scares us,
because our whole, past life was built upon knowing
– to be safe from the sudden loss of our self,
even if this loss is only seemingly,
because it is not possible to lose that, what we truly are.
Every effort, as well that, what we may regard as very noble,
is ultimately an attempt to escape this uncertainty.
It is the look into this abyss, which bottom we don’t recognize,
we are afraid of,
because this look brings us in contact with that feeling,
that feels like a fall from those sky of being borne.
All our fears always go back to this primal fear.
However, we will always fall again
– if we search for those skys, which are coming and going.
And yet, those who think they die, maybe they are closer to the truth,
than those, who never consider themselves to be fallen from that sky,
because their illusion is exactly proportional to the realization.
Then a miracle may happen,
as it might only happens once every 1000 Eons,
and a great sinner becomes a great saint,
and in the midst of death blossoms life,
and the world and God are no longer different from each other.





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Farts like roses

rose gif

The inability to sense farts as smell of roses,
doesn’t mean, that you’re stupid.
However, be able to do it, but don’t have to do,
may point to enlightenment.


Die Unfähigkeit, Fürze als Rosenduft wahrzunehmen,
heisst noch lange nicht, dass Du dumm bist.
Es doch zu können, jedoch nicht zu müssen,
mag auf Erleuchtung hindeuten.




I went quickly in this grocery store at the main station in Zurich. A man entered the store before me, which was, judging by his garments, obviously Buddhist monk. I was watching him furtively, not least due the fact, that such Buddhist phenomenca attracts me magic, and any culture from this environment.

He went to the cooling rack, where it has, among other things, also meat. That would be a BLOCKBUSTER PHOTO!!!, it flashed through my mind, even though he has probably looked only for vegetable food. Hectically I grabbed in my backpack for my camera – but I was too late: the monk had turned around again and went to the checkout. I followed him on the foot.

He turned around. I grinned broadly at him. He smiled back: “Have we met?” Me: “No. .. But now.” He: “Maybe from a previous life.” I made a joke: “Zurich will be occupied by the sectarians!” and was referring both to his striking appearance, as well as mine (- with Mala, ultra-short hair and spot on forehead). We got talking a little. He told me that he just comes from a lecture of the highest teacher of his community. I asked, he told me her name. Me: “That’s not Kadampa?” He: “Yes!” I told him that I was already in the temple in Altstetten.

Then I paid my product, he dug a few steps ahead for something in his backpack and gave me the flyer for “Dharma Festival 2014″. I should just not throw in the nearest trash can, when I no longer want it, but maybe pass. I thank him, wished him a lot of fun and hold myself back very barely to give him the hand or a “slap” on the arm out of sheer joy about this meeting. Monks you should not touch. I know this from a good friend (- even it has other reasons there), also ordained, that I try to “desensitize” from time to time and just was allowed to celebrate some successes, hahaha. ;)))

Soon I’m even a “official” and I shall get the “magical breastplate” (rakusu). I feel a little bit uneasy about it. On the other hand: No more “witch shot” (German: “Hexenschuss” = English: “Lumbago” – sorry, some jokes you can’t translate…) resp. demons shot with this bullet proof vest! I wish.


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Buddha (Photo Barbara-Paraprem)

© Photo: Barbara-Paraprem





When we stop running away from ourselves,
by not trying to feel different,
by embracing our whole supposed poorness
and the feeling of not being loved and to suffer need,
with compassion for ourselves,
so if we stay in this way with every possible emotion,
without making the step into term, explain, judge
and finally also fight,
then we encounter ourselves for the first time.
Then we begin to make us familiar with ourselves,
as we would awaken slowly, slowly
from a sleep lasting since eternities,
as if we were only now, when we were not before.
Then a intimacy grows with ourselves,
then we see with our heart and not just with the mind:
God’s or Buddha’s love
is the same as the love for ourselves.
If we remain exactly by that, what we feel,
our heart will become so open, that no more separation exists,
because all separation happens only in the mind.
Then we see the perfect in the imperfect, the beauty in the ugliness,
because there is longer any place, where we would not be.
All we can see, is
always only we ourselves, always only we ourselves, always only we ourselves.
All we can love, we are always only we ourselves.
This not to see means to suffer.
What we see may seems to us like a curse.
Yet this gate to hell is a gate to heaven,
and opens up to us after long struggles far greater peace,
than any sweet threshold.





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smilie seufz

Cracks – Risse



If constantly
Hydrochloric acid was sold as sugar to you,
If you have learned,
to hold your breath,
so you hear every whisper,
If you know exactly,
how you have not only to appear,
but also to feel and think,
so that a drop of drought
falls to the ground full of cracks,
If you smell decay in the wedding dress
and life in the black coat,
then the impossible happens
and life itself dies.
Maybe the grace of hopelessness
will kiss you,
because any resistance
would be only a new lie.


Barbara Paraprem – 25.8.2014





Wenn Dir beständig
Salzsäure als Zucker verkauft wurde,
Wenn Du gelernt hast,
Deinen Atem anzuhalten,
damit Du jedes Flüstern hörst,
Wenn Du genau weisst,
wie Du nicht nur zu erscheinen hast,
sondern auch zu fühlen und zu denken,
damit ein Tropfen Dürre
auf die Erde voller Risse fällt,
Wenn Du Verwesung im Brautkleid riechst
und Leben im schwarzen Mantel,
dann geschieht das Unmögliche
und das Leben selbst stirbt.
Vielleicht wird Dich die
Gnade der Hoffnungslosigkeit küssen,
weil jede Gegenwehr
nur eine erneute Lüge wäre.


Barbara-Paraprem – 25.8.2014


ZEN COMIC 18 - GO - 20.8.2014
– GO
© Barbara-Paraprem

Relaxed dog

Relaxed dog at Starbucks (Zurich)…
Photo © Barbara-Paraprem

Hund 1 (Photo Barbara-Paraprem)

Hund 2 (Photo Barbara-Paraprem)


Some Buddha figures, photographed in Zurich…
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© Barbara-Paraprem

Lama Jumping

Best scene at 1:43…


345   Corcomroe Abbey, Ireland (HogPro at commons.wikimedia.org, Photo Editing Barbara-Paraprem)
Corcomroe Abbey, Ireland
Photo: HogPro at commons.wikimedia.org
Photo Editing: Barbara-Paraprem


No church or temple is called only
“Jesus” or “Buddha” or “Krishna”
or “God” or “Truth” or “Self.”
And that for the same reason,
like any shop is not just called shop:
It is pointed out,
which way by a group of people is preferred.
The truth itself can’t be purchased nor be selled.
To a commedity becomes she only there,
where this way is declared as the only one which makes blissfull.


Keine Kirche oder Tempel heisst nur
“Jesus” oder “Buddha” oder “Krishna”
oder “Gott” oder “Wahrheit” oder “Selbst”.
Und das aus dem selben Grund,
wie irgendein Laden nicht einfach nur Laden heisst:
Es wird darauf hingewiesen,
welcher Weg von einer Gruppe von Menschen bevorzugt wird.
Die Wahrheit selbst kann weder gekauft noch verkauft werden.
Zum Handelsgut wird sie erst dort,
wo dieser Weg zum allein seligmachenden erklärt wird.




Street Music

I filmed some artists, which made music on the street.

The first video is from 17. June 2014. I was walking trough Zurich respectively get off the tram and heard some special music. Actually I wanted to go in the other direction, but this music was so special, that I had to check out its source. It’s DUO SERA with hang and trumpet. I’m sorry for the bad audio quality, but with my little digital camera and a lot of background noises (city, traffic, wind), You can’t expect more.

The second video is from today. I’m feeling low today and was sitting in a cafe. Then I heard this barrel organ again, which in the past I heard at different times at the same place. The songs took turns, and then came the one, which I know from the Holy Mass: “Now Thank We All Our God”. It has touched my heart, someway. I drunk my coffee and walked to the woman, which played more other songs. I asked her for this specific one and kindly she took the paper roll, set it in the barrel organ und turned back to the point, where the song starts.



Angel 1 (Paulus Church, Lucerne, Photo by Barbara-Paraprem)

Angel 2 (Paulus Church, Lucerne, Photo by Barbara-Paraprem)

© Barbara-Paraprem


Glitter Death

I’ve created a “Glitter-Death”…

First I took this picture:


Pest (C. Merkel, 1850, Bilder des Todes ober Todtentanz für alle Stände, commons.wikimedia.org) 1
C.Merkel, 1850

Pest (C. Merkel, 1850, Bilder des Todes ober Todtentanz für alle Stände, commons.wikimedia



Then I removed the background with a graphic programm (- Ulead Photo Express SE 3.0 – it’s very old and no more available, but You can do the same with many other graphic programms, p.e. Photoshop…), and cropped it to the central figure. Then I uploaded this prepared picture to this site: www.glitterphoto.net and finished it with the tools “glitter fill” and “glitter stamps”. With “Ulead Gif Animator” I have corrected some little blemishs (- this step is not obligatory). If You like to decorate the same picture in Your own way, You find it above already without background respectively with white background.


THE DEATH (Barbara-Paraprem)© Barbara-Paraprem




GLITTER DEATHUpdate 17.8.: My 74 year old mother has for about 2 months for the first time a computer and is learning now to use him. I showed her a few things, also how to make glitter images. This is what she has sent me today…


The Pathless Path

548   THE PATHLESS PATH - 3.8.2014
THE PATHLESS PATH © Barbara-Paraprem – 3.8.2014


546   ENLIGHTENMENT - 2.8.2014
© Barbara-Paraprem

806   SEEING WITH THE HEART - 31.7.2014807   SEEING WITH THE HEART - 31.7.2014808   SEEING WITH THE HEART - 31.7.2014
SEEING WITH THE HEART (Background transparent)
308 x 533 – 188 x 325 – 108 x 187
© Barbara-Paraprem

Ooooh… Don’t look too long at it, otherwise You may get dizzy… ;)

Barry Martin’s Hopalong Orbits Visualizer


Nuns – Nonnen

A drawing by me from 2004…


150b   NONNEN - 11.3.2004
NONNEN (“NUNS”) © Barbara-Paraprem – 11.3.2004


It’s a compilation of this two elder drawings…




74B   NONNE - 12.1.1996
NONNE (“NUN”) © Barbara-Paraprem – 12.1.1996

Text in the speech bubble: “At my skin I let only water an C.J.” Once there was a tv advertising for a skin care product with the slogan: “On my skin I let only water an CD!”

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California condor (LoggaWiggler at pixabay.com)
California condor
LoggaWiggler – pixabay.com




On the doorstep full of pain,
between suffering and suffering,
You encounter yourself.
Only where you
identifying yourself
with seperated appearances,
starts the suffering.
You are not a feeling or thought,
nor desire, nor thing.
You are not what has happened,
yet what will happen.
And all what appears, has no continuance.
The largest and most fundamental illusion
is the one of the continuity.
If we look closely,
no more thing would make an appearance.
What was a second ago,
is now anymore.
The sharpness of the dharma sword
leaves nothing left.
And then the whole world meets in you.
Where the first illusion
is not recognized as illusion,
and pain is avoided at all costs,
follows the second of the guilt,
which worrys all hungry ghosts.
It is not the death,
which we fear,
it is the pain.
This hell we can only escape,
by seeing trough
the first illusion
and daring the step,
which the whole world
constantly tries to avoid:
Give up the identification with
feelings, thoughts, wishes and things.
However, to giving up this, means,
to recognize the insubstantiality of that,
what we have kept for ourselves
up until that time.
It does not mean to become different,
it just means to be oneself.
It means to be awake continuously,
each moment anew,
because awaken always happens anew.
Because life always happens anew.
Then the things are, as they are,
no more and no less:
Then the Buddha may sit crying
at the big ocean of ​​the tears,
with bleeding heart,
but found a treasure,
which can not be described with words.


Barbara-Paraprem – 25.7.2014





Auf der Türschwelle voller Schmerz,
zwischen Leiden und Leiden,
begegnest Du Dir selbst.
Erst wo Du Dich
mit einzelnen Erscheinungen
beginnt das Leiden.
Du bist weder ein Gefühl oder Gedanke,
noch Wunsch, noch Ding.
Du bist nicht das, was geschehen ist,
noch das, was geschehen wird.
Und alles was erscheint, hat keinen Bestand.
Die grösste und grundlegendste Illusion
ist die der Kontinuität.
Würden wir genau hinschauen,
würde kein Ding mehr in Erscheinung treten.
Was vor einer Sekunde war,
ist jetzt nicht mehr.
Des Dharmaschwerts Schärfe
lässt nichts übrig.
Und dann trifft sich die ganze Welt in Dir.
Wo die erste Illusion
nicht als Illusion erkannt wird,
und Schmerz um jeden Preis vermieden,
folgt die zweite der Schuld,
die alle Hungergeister umtreibt.
Es ist nicht der Tod,
den wir fürchten,
es ist der Schmerz.
Dieser Hölle können wir nur entrinnen,
indem wir die erste Illusion
und den Schritt wagen,
den die ganze Welt
beständig zu vermeiden versucht:
Die Identifikation mit Gefühlen, Gedanken,
Wünschen und Dingen aufgeben.
Diese aber aufzugeben, heisst,
die Substanzlosigkeit dessen zu erkennen,
was wir bis dahin
für uns selbst gehalten haben.
Es heisst nicht anders werden,
es heisst nur sich selbst sein.
Es heisst ununterbrochen wachen,
jeden Moment aufs neue,
weil erwachen immer neu geschieht.
Weil Leben immer neu geschieht.
Dann sind die Dinge, wie sie sind,
nicht mehr und nicht weniger:
Dann mag der Buddha weinend
am grossen Meer der Tränen sitzen,
mit blutendem Herz,
aber einen Schatz gefunden,
der mit Worten nicht zu beschreiben ist.


Barbara-Paraprem – 25.7.2014


elephant 2 Video on Facebook:
Elephant playing and hugging
elephant 1

Mandala Golden Flower (made by a unknown patient of Carl Gustav Jung, before 1929, commons.wikimedia.org)
Mandala Golden Flower
made by a unknown patient of Carl Gustav Jung
Before 1929 – commons.wikimedia.org



Whether God exists or not
– to that shore we get only by faith.
A faith, that is so strong, that it crystallizes to knowledge.
But only the heart can believe.
The pure faith is absolutely straight and clear.
Only where the head is full of ideas,
the clear, fresh water of life goes cloudy.
Faith has nothing to do with reverie
and is not the opposite of science.
Some people, who looks only on the measurement results of machines,
are further from the reality of themselves and the world,
than he who also knows about the reality,
which just can be experienced through the heart.
The outer and inner science must work together,
when the whole of reality is meant to be experienced.
However, there is never the whole of reality,
because life is never finished.
But we can live and ask
and give birth to ourselves every day anew
and through muddy water rise to the light.
It does not need more and we can not do more.





Ob es Gott gibt oder nicht
– zu jenem Ufer gelangen wir nur durch Glauben.
Ein Glaube, der so stark ist, dass er zum Wissen kristallisiert.
Glauben kann aber nur das Herz.
Der reine Glaube ist absolut unmittelbar und klar.
Erst wo der Kopf voller Ideen ist,
trübt sich das klare, frische Wasser des Lebens.
Glauben hat nichts mit Schwärmerei zu tun
und ist nicht das Gegenteil von Wissenschaft.
Manch einer, der nur auf Mess-Ergebnisse von Maschinen schaut,
ist weiter von der Realität seiner selbst und der Welt entfernt,
als jener, der auch um die Wirklichkeit weiss,
die eben nur durch das Herz erfahrbar ist.
Die äussere und innere Wissenschaft müssen zusammenarbeiten,
wenn die ganze Wirklichkeit erfahren werden soll.
Es gibt jedoch nie die ganze Wirklichkeit,
weil Leben nie fertig ist.
Aber wir können leben und fragen
und uns uns selbst täglich aufs neue gebären
und durch schlammiges Wasser zum Licht erheben.
Mehr braucht es nicht und mehr können wir nicht.



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