Today At Meetingbrook

Saturday, October 15, 2011

The words go: "Truly I say to you - Gather in my name I am with you." (Matt. 18: 19)

These words stay with me. All day.

The name of the ineffable is: "I am with you."

Prosit!

Friday, October 14, 2011

I love these rainy days.

Staying at my desk. Organizing things.

Beyond silence, not much.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Everyone.

Everything.

All at on(c)e!


Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Thank you!

Who?

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

There is a bother about Being.
“Now I am tempted to say that the right expression in language for the miracle of the existence of the world, though it is not any proposition in language, is the existence of language itself.”
-Ludwig Wittgenstein
We speak the world into Being as did our recollection of God speaking the world into Being.
If I take death into my life, acknowledge it, and face it squarely, I will free myself from the anxiety of death and the pettiness of life - and only then will I be free to become myself.
--Martin Heidegger
Think about becoming yourself.

Say it: I am and aim to be myself.

God knows these words.

Though, God seems silent these days.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Perhaps we only see what our imagination wants to see. If a man wishes to starve himself to death, he will see death slowly eat away his body.

I prefer life eating with my body.
Gathering firewood I enter mountain depths
Mountain depths rising creek beyond creek
Choked with the timbers of bridges in ruins.
Vines tumble low, tangled over cragged paths,
And at dusk, scarce people grow scarcer still.
Mountain wind sweeping through simple robes,
My chant steady, I shoulder a light bundle,
Watch smoke drift across open country home.

- Meng Hao-jan (689-74o)
Walking road after twilight by Aldemere Farm I imagine I am simply alive walking with death.

Raccoon tries it's hand on strapped barrels with bird feeders secured inside.

According to some calculation there are a mere 18 days to mutate consciousness and make the leap into something, let's say, more...present.

Don't stave yourself.

Eat!

Or, Don't starve yourself.

Stay intact.

Sunday, October 09, 2011

The unborn formless brackets the born form. Here we are in form, and we will return to the formless.
Ma (間) is a Japanese word which can be roughly translated as "gap", "space", "pause" or "the space between two structural parts."[1][2][3][4] The spatial concept is experienced progressively through intervals of spatial designation. In Japanese, ma, the word for space, suggests interval. It is best described as a consciousness of place, not in the sense of an enclosed three-dimensional entity, but rather the simultaneous awareness of form and non-form deriving from an intensification of vision.
Ma is not something that is created by compositional elements; it is the thing that takes place in the imagination of the human who experiences these elements. Therefore ma can be defined as experiential place understood with emphasis on interval.[5]
(Wikipedia)
I will stop worrying about that which follows the born form.

It is divine emptiness.

Toward which I now fall asleep.