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!)