Start again

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.

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=hbHHieh6v98

At end, ad libiduum.

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.

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.

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.

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!"