Lex Hixon reading Saturday morning practice suggests right hand assists left hand, not based on compassion, but just to assist.
Adyashanti talk Sunday Evening Practice suggests you can’t think your way out of koan (or out of inevitable death), nor love your way out of it, but only let go, surrender.
David Whyte poem on Friday’s Poetry, Tea, and Thee went:
THE WELL OF GRIEF
Those who will not slip beneath
the still surface on the well of grief,
turning down through its black water
to the place we cannot breathe,
will never know the source from which we drink,
the secret water, cold and clear,
nor find in the darkness glimmering,
the small round coins,
thrown by those who wished for something else.
We practice together so as to face the perennial question “Why am I doing this?”
One response is “I am doing this because I am here.”
I am here.