Saturday, October 25, 2014

words at practice from Montreal zen center

The zen master is saying that what I am is no content.

Perception comes first.

He says that when the world is real I am unreal. When I am real the world is unreal.


Stacking wood in afternoon quiet
Wet leaves
Grab fast to green wellies 

Perhaps death is reality without object, without subject.

Hence, death is not a future event. It is a present released from any thought backward or forward -- only what is felt.

Here, and now, this.

Friday, October 24, 2014

Here is everywhere there

Consciousness is empty.

Only when perceiver arrives at the perceived does consciousness arise. As if from nowhere. Or nothing.

Awareness notes consciousness' arrival. And its departure.

As might a silent gaze see something occur that has no duration.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

As for yet, I dunno

Man: who're ya voting for?
2nd man: dunno yet.
Man: smart fella.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014


Had my father not been born, these words do not get written.

He was. These are.

It's sequencing.

So, it is.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

How do I reach you

It is when you and I find common dwelling ground.

Muddle through middle.

"I" through "u."

When middle is reached muddle has been gone through.

You through I.

The middle is the way through.

Monday, October 20, 2014

My sister, 15 years ago, had no need to blow out the drawn candle flame

Is there something that traverses the seen and unseen?

Keep me informed.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

in the course of things

Night falls

into darkness

so, we sleep