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.

Spiegel im Spiegel

Meditation is presence looking as, not at, itself.

Mirror in the mirror.

A never-ending reflection with no beginning.

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!"

Moonrise, Camden, Saturday

No peapod bobs

Harbor, only white sphere

Looks at nothing there

Low tide

6:18am

Not only are we not alone, we are what alone would be if it were us.

Alone, the Alone is alone.

We are what longs to be alone with the Alone.

As first light morning is to day, you and I are nascent presence to Inchoate Presence Itself.

So arrives 6:23am.

3:16am

Vigils.

Nothing.

Emptiness surrounds solitude.

Until stillness in vast open space.

Looks in as itself.

Gazing 

One last observation

Just before I die I expect to be breathing.

What happens after that is anybody's guess.

Bowdoin soccer field

The day is chill gifted with sun. Leaves play tumble at center field.

Score: wind two, grass one.

read this many ways

No fear is now here.

Do you remember?

I remember.

11 Nov, world over

Remembrance Day includes all hurt and dead after war, after resistance to war, after longing for peace.

Time to see the teaching

View from morning window.

This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness.-- Dalai Lama

View from a lovely teaching. 

ཐུགས་རྗེ་ཆེ་། (tujay-chay) ཐུགས་རྗེཞེ་དྲག་ཆེ་།.           (Thank you!)

A good lad

Atop stone tower on small mountain above Montpelier Vt we talked about many things.

Note

There will be no conversations nor formal practice this weekend. (8Nov13 -- 11Nov13)
The bookshed and cabin are, as usual, open for use.

In the middle of the night

We find ourselves wondering.

That's how philosophy begins.

As well, we, as well.

Some sounds have nothing to do with silence.

We listen to John Cage’s 4’33” performed by London orchestra at beginning of class.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zY7UK-6aaNA

A wonderful way to begin.

His words: Following

1. What right do I have to be in the woods, if the woods are not in me. (John Cage) 

2. The highest purpose is to have no purpose at all. This puts one in accord with nature, in her manner of operation. (John Cage) 

3. I have nothing to say / and I am saying it / and that is poetry / as I need it. (John Cage)

Some sounds have nothing to do with silence.

Now I am uncaged.

De-voted Haiku

Wednesday morning 

after quiet election day --

Country still stands.
     
                 (-wfh/nunc ipsum)

Dom-in-us; Vo-bis-cum (That which is Lord in us; Calling twice-with)

Twice-with is reflective manifestation of inner/outer. Twice-with is the coming-into-being of undifferentiated suchness, the unconcealing wholeness of non-dual community attentive and responsive to one-another.

Being with God is the contemplative life.

The prayer, "God be-with you," is tripartite meditation of a holistic representation, mirrors of one another, that is, of reality. Each of the three terms presents the whole; God is being-with you.

God is Being With you.

God is being-with you,

God is, being-with. You.

Perhaps we might say that you are not god, I am not god, god is not god, 

But you are being-with god.

As is god being-with you.

The reality of this existence is an ontological mystery. It includes presence presencing what is here.

Presence presences the presentable.

God bewith you!

Today, if you hear the voice, harden not your hearts!

We are invited.

Breathing in silence

In "Blackrobe" dream is proleptic, life is unreal.

The historical obsession with converting the heathen seems so absurd. The history of power and control by church seems one of the mental illnesses if western civilization. And contemporary factionalism mixed with catatonic belief that specific versions of realities and formulation of pseudo-aporic statements about deity and divinity seem the stuff of mental asylum and cuckoo bin.

Christianity is in death knell. But Christ, whatever that is, whoever that is, suffuses and perdures. In silence.

Silence is the name of Christ. Act is the movement of this truth. Stillness is the revelation of this compassionate reality.

No religion comes close. Religion is incapable of promoting anything other than its own survival, dominance, and correctness.

Earth is the body of Christ.

Who or what is Christ?

You are.

Just don't let anyone tell you what you are who you belong to what you stand for; don't let them worship you kill you make you the reason for suffering persecution redemption salvation or the future of mankind.

You are the earth. Christ is the earth come aware of itself. God is that awareness available for all to all in 10,000 names and shapes and sounds and absences.

Awareness Gods.

Silence is the sound of awareness.

Practice silence. Practice awareness. 

Practice earth.