Natural CuriositySix of us gathered for Friday Evening Conversation, a surprising number all of a sudden, to consider the language of David Abram. Eleven of us gathered that morning in prison to pronounce a new alphabet of spirituality for those of us who feel their old one moribund. The night before twenty of us gathered in Rockland Public Library to watch and reflect on the film "Welcome" directed by Phillippe Lioret. The film touches.
Take time to be with something you love in nature that brings out your natural curiosity and delight, It may be a wild iris, the shimmering luminescence of water in a stream, the patterns and colors of a butterfly's wing. Let yourself be drawn to it. Engage your senses. Are you touched by the sense of wonder?
(- Mark Coleman, "A Breath of Fresh Air")
RP: You used the phrase “strange world order,” could you elaborate?Awareness crosses the street as it gazes on light crossing the street. I am a street person longing for where I am crossing.
PL: It’s strange and so wrong that government’s can simply dictate where and when people can travel. Governments talk about illegals and aliens but weren’t the English aliens when they took over Australia?
If you’re walking down the street and it’s raining on that side and sunny on the other, naturally you’d want to cross over to get from the rain. It’s obvious. Why can’t people escaping war and looking for a better life be allowed to do so? The division of the world is too straight, too closed in. Maybe it’s a romantic vision that people should be able travel and live where they like, but it is a vision we should have.
(--from An interview with Philippe Lioret, director of Welcome, By Richard Phillips 17 April 2010) http://www.wsws.org/articles/2010/apr2010/lior-a17.shtml
On the Sunny Side of the StreetThe traffic in our thoughts can inhibit us from stepping off the curb. Often what is underfoot eludes us even as we are stepping along it. Our words are often blinders over our eyes and we've forgotten the feeling cane for our walking.
Walked with no one and talked with no one
And I had nothing but shadows
Then one morning you passed
And I brightened at last
Now I greet the day and complete the day
With the sun in my heart
All my worry blew away
When you taught me how to say
Grab your coat and get your hat
Leave your worry on the doorstep
Just direct your feet
To the sunny side of the street
Can't you hear a pitter-pat?
And that happy tune is your step
Life can be so sweet
On the sunny side of the street
I used to walk in the shade
With those blues on parade
But I'm not afraid
This Rover crossed over
If I never have a cent
I'd be rich as Rockefeller
Gold dust at my feet
On the sunny side of the street
(Lyrics by: MC HUGH, JIMMY/FIELDS, DOROTHY)
Buddha is Sanskrit for what you call aware, miraculously aware. Responding, perceiving, arching your brows, blinking your eyes, moving your hands and feet, it's all your miraculously aware nature. And this nature is the mind. And the mind is the buddha. And the buddha is the path. And the path is zen. But the word zen is one that remains a puzzle to both mortals and sages. Seeing your nature is zen. Unless you see your nature, it's not zen.Joy is stumbling alongside us as we make our way through streets of dim awareness. It offers it's arm. Cobblestones uneven and roughshod unbalance us. Take joy's arm. Steady your rolling gate with loving assistance. Long for early release or sensible solutions to puzzling journeys.
- Bodhidharma (d. 533)
All I have is the conversation.
Turning with another or several anothers to look within, to look across, to look through what is here or there.
We are merely individuals with arms and feet. We are not dangerous.
We help one another cross. It is an often difficult passage from here to here, from sightless wandering to sighted wondering to insightful blundering where fools trip over crazy wisdom and skim their needs.