Yellow bags are lifted and tossed over railing into hopper at transfer station. It used to be called the dump. Everything is recycling. It used to be called garbage.
In Sara's story at Poetry, Tea, and Literature in the shop this afternoon, she wrote of someone who's insulted the character, "He was someone to be polite to." We used to say, "I'm going to knock his lights out." A lot has changed. There are people who you think you want to hurt. You might not. And for noble reasons. Still, the impulse is there.
If you have any desire to surpass others, or any thought of your own ability, this is egoism and possessiveness. These are sicknesses in the context of nirvana, so The Nirvana Sutra says, “Space can contain everything, but space does not entertain the thought that it can contain everything.” This is a metaphor for the disappearance of egoism and possessiveness, by which you proceed to indestructible concentration.Cesco walks into kitchen. Takes water. Turns, walks out. Saskia works at counter the makings of supper. Mu-ge is out in the barn. I am mulling about impulse and how many men I've known who've not mulled, but let rip into the fog of substances, anger, and immediate satisfaction.
- Hongren (602-675)
one's not half two. It's two are halves of one:
which halves reintegrating,shall occur
no death and any quantity;but than
all numerable mosts the actual more
minds ignorant of stern miraculous
this every truth–beware of heartless them
(given the scapel,they dissect a kiss;
or,sold the reason,they undream a dream)
one is the song which fiends and angels sing:
all murdering lies by mortals told make two.
Let liars wilt,repaying life they're loaned;
we(by a gift called dying born)must grow
deep in dark least ourselves remembering
love only rides his year.
All lose,whole find
(--Poem by E.E. Cummings)
What have you found?