Today At Meetingbrook

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Friday, November 22, 2013

President Kennedy's death

It showed us something we'd never recover from.

Mistrust.

Georg Friedrich Handel gives us, as consolation, this St. Cecilia's Day Ode.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

What we no longer see passes us by


Train tracks no longer carry sidetracked caboose shorn of yellow paint.


And yet, golden prayer wheel sounds like the clickity clack round iron discs along spiked rail as it spins homage to what is within everything.

Thursday afternoon long miles from home.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Stirb und werde


After film Wit in class, Ikkyu concludes the evening:
I won’t die.  
I won’t go anywhere.  
I’ll always be here.  
But don’t ask me any questions.  
I won’t answer.  
                          (– The Death Poem of Ikkyu)
 From death mask, a brief pause, to eternal face.

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Sometimes


When walking


Everything seems

So

Spacious

Om mane padme hum


See what is revealing itself within!




Some days Emanuel feels closer than others.

(Hebrew: עמנואל, God is with us)

Peace and good will.

As well.

Monday, November 18, 2013

Spiegel im Spiegel


Meditation is presence looking as, not at, itself.

Mirror in the mirror.

A never-ending reflection with no beginning.

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Arriving home; nowhere else


No closing this gate.


On its way becoming gateless.


Moo!

The end sound as religion


The koan "Mu," the story of Adam and Eve in Genesis, and Philippians 2:6-11 are the same teaching.

No stretching out hand to reach for or ask for what is already there, what is already true, what belongs as you.

As, not to.

Perhaps "I am!" finds contemporary translation in "I as!"