whether reports; weather reticently

You might say pay no attention to the grunting mind foraging for descriptives to vent frustration over fomenting failures of the world to fit into our conceptions of what it is actually about.

Our hearts and minds change from moment to moment, just as the clouds shift in the evening sky as the sun goes down. Who are we to think we have grasped the true nature of our souls? The Buddha-mind within us will not be constrained by the limits of language.
-- Abbess Fushimi, "Shedding Light" (Tricycle)

 If there is only Mind, and if my mind is merely the specific local expression of this Whole Mind, then Buddha-mind is awakened specificity of sparse articulation of seamless elocution barely faintly sounding as simple serene stillness.

So little need be said. The gift seems to be unsaying before speech what my mind threatens with breath to satisfy some primal reactive impulse aimed at cutting away or eliminating the perceived trespass against "my" self and its huffy projection.

"MU"

Unsort!

Unsay!

Unconstrain!

De-word that breath! Let it free without vibration of sound or squiggle of ink.

Look into this.

Look again.

This is looking into itself.

Wait...

Wait...

Wait...

Now, when there's nothing left to say or write, say it, write it.

What lovely clouds!

About that red clown nose

Let's say there's no one here. And that so much of our interaction is silliness. 

Especially pretending importance of being here.

It's what we do.

The silliness.

One and one are not two

The history of war is the story of dualistic thinking.

We near the end of war.

Comes, quietly, nondualism.

Mind this arrival.

Of true thinking.

Doris sends this; opening poem final class

Variation On A Theme By Rilke 
                               (The Book of Hours, Book I, Poem 1, Stanza 1)

A certain day became a presence to me;
there it was, confronting me -- a sky, air, light:
a being. And before it started to descend
from the height of noon, it leaned over
and struck my shoulder as if with
the flat of a sword, granting me
honor and a task. The day's blow
rang out, metallic -- or it was I, a bell awakened,
and what I heard was my whole self
saying and singing what it knew: I can.

(Poem by Denise Levertov

From, Breathing the Water)

Herewith ends East Asian Philosophy class with Kabir

I won’t come

       BY KABIR

       TRANSLATED FROM THE HINDI BY ARVIND KRISHNA MEHROTRA

I won’t come

I won’t go

I won’t live

I won’t die

I’ll keep uttering

The name

And lose myself

In it

I’m bowl

And I’m platter

I’m man

And I’m woman

I’m grapefruit

And I’m sweet lime

I’m Hindu

And I’m Muslim

I’m fish

And I’m net

I’m fisherman

And I’m time

I’m nothing

Says Kabir

I’m not among the living

Or the dead

(--Source: Poetry, March 2011).

5:05AM, 5/05/15

Yes

Five words

A world itself

simplicity, boundless

Oh, the full moon

Rising as we 

arise

During practice

Last night

With Mother 

Prajnaparamita

Seen by Lex

Hixon.

Was the resurrection

Awareness of 

arising

From death from birth

As one 

continuous

Moving through

Mother 

without limit?

know this, unknow everything else

Wisdom attend!

Second reading
1 John 3:18-24

My children,
our love is not to be just words or mere talk,
but something real and active;
only by this can we be certain
that we are children of the truth
and be able to quieten our conscience in his presence,
whatever accusations it may raise against us,
because God is greater than our conscience and he knows everything.
My dear people,
if we cannot be condemned by our own conscience,
we need not be afraid in God’s presence,
and whatever we ask him,
we shall receive,
because we keep his commandments
and live the kind of life that he wants.
His commandments are these:
that we believe in the name of his Son Jesus Christ
and that we love one another
as he told us to.
Whoever keeps his commandments
lives in God and God lives in him.
We know that he lives in us
by the Spirit that he has given us.
(-- from Readings at Mass, 3May15 

Violence doesn't work. It might effect harm. But it doesn't work. It punishes. But it doesn't work.

"God is greater than our conscience and he knows everything." God knows what we do not know. And what is that? God knows that we don't know, and yet, still, the ground of love is underfoot and spread wide around us.

So, "if we cannot be condemned by our own conscience, we need not be afraid in God’s presence" -- suggests non-dual absence of other. Our conscience clear, presence of God. Conscience not clear, we are not there where God is.

"We know that he lives in us." God the unknown is the knowing that unknowing is essential to life as knowing is useful to building and repairing the structures necessary to permit life to continue to express itself.

"We know that he lives in us
by the Spirit that he has given us."

Spirit sees.

And seeing, forgives what is allowed by humans in the world of knowing obduracy.

Du mußt dein Leben ändern! (Rilke)