Saturday, July 29, 2023

if you (don’t) think about it

 Nothing has happened before.

“Centuries of centuries and only in the present do things happen.”  (Jorge Luis Borges)

Nothing will happen after. 

keep room for those who have no place else to go

 In prison Friday morning considering non-transactional presence. 

Where each act is not about you not about me not about benefit or deprivation. Where there is a middle space, a space between, autonomous and auto-defining, repository of potential, possibility and  probable promise if left to its own, treated with care and concern, allowed to unfold and express its coming-to-be along with its retrieval-of-ancestral-worth.

Right there, not me not you, not one not two, the whole of it prior to dissection division distortion.

What is whole

This by Joy Harjo: 

For Calling The Spirit Back 
From Wandering The Earth 
In Its Human Feet

by Joy Harjo

Put down that bag of potato chips, that white bread, that 
bottle of pop.

Turn off that cellphone, computer, and remote control. 

Open the door, then close it behind you.

Take a breath offered by friendly winds. They travel
the earth gathering essences of plants to clean.

Give back with gratitude.

If you sing it will give your spirit lift to fly to the stars’ ears and 

Acknowledge this earth who has cared for you since you were 
a dream planting itself precisely within your parents’ desire.

Let your moccasin feet take you to the encampment of the
guardians who have known you before time, 
who will be there after time.
They sit before the fire that has been there without time.

Let the earth stabilize your postcolonial insecure jitters.

Be respectful of the small insects, birds and animal people 
who accompany you.
Ask their forgiveness for the harm we humans have brought
down upon them.

Don’t worry.
The heart knows the way though there may be high-rises, 
interstates, checkpoints, armed soldiers, massacres, wars, and
those who will despise you because they despise themselves.

The journey might take you a few hours, a day, a year, a few
years, a hundred, a thousand or even more.

Watch your mind. Without training it might run away and
leave your heart for the immense human feast set by the 
thieves of time.

Do not hold regrets.

When you find your way to the circle, to the fire kept burning 
by the keepers of your soul, you will be welcomed.

You must clean yourself with cedar, sage, or other healing plant.

Cut the ties you have to failure and shame.

Let go the pain you are holding in your mind, your shoulders, your heart, all the way to your feet. Let go the pain of your ancestors to make way for those who are heading in our direction.

Ask for forgiveness.

Call upon the help of those who love you. These helpers take many forms: animal, element, bird, angel, saint, stone, or ancestor.

Call yourself back. You will find yourself caught in corners and creases of shame, judgment, and human abuse.

You must call in a way that your spirit will want to return. 
Speak to it as you would to a beloved child.

Welcome your spirit back from its wandering. It will return 
in pieces, in tatters. Gather them together. They will be 
happy to be found after being lost for so long.

Your spirit will need to sleep awhile after it is bathed and
given clean clothes.

Now you can have a party. Invite everyone you know who 
loves and supports you. Keep room for those who have no 
place else to go.

Make a giveaway, and remember, keep the speeches short.

Then, you must do this: help the next 

 person find their way through the dark.  

© Joy Harjo. Conflict Resolution From Holy Beings. W. W. Norton & Company, 2015.

Friday, July 28, 2023

on his right wrist

                (for L, as his drew nigh)

His watch was far from

What actual time it was

As if it mattered

Thursday, July 27, 2023

Wednesday, July 26, 2023

compañeras compañeros

 Community is teacher.

Practice is teacher.

Great doubt, skepticism, is teacher.

Finally, great faith, that which is beyond reason or belief, is true teacher.

I bow to my teacher/teachers

 Chris asked all attending at Tuesday evening conversation who our teachers are/have been.

Such a good question.

We mulled and pondered.

Now I ask you: Who are/have been your teachers?

Here’s a hint: they are alive within you within us.

Tuesday, July 25, 2023

simplemente no saber y un espacio vacío en el mundo*

 James the Greater, back then. They say he was the first of the apostles to be killed, it was 44AD. 

His memory is pilgrimage these days, Camino de Santiago.

Nineteen hundred years after his death, when circumstances brought my parents to the moment of birthing the possibilities inherent in a new life, I arrived, unknowing and an empty space in the world.

History hides so much. 

Beheading someone because they say what they've seen and heard was then, and is now, horrendous.

Where does one go when the mighty challenge the low?

Where does one go to sound the truth, to face the facts, to change one's life?

Look to one another.

See in one no-other.

No need to murder a different experience of reality.

Listen to it.

Just that.

Let what is being told be told -- without fear or the impulse to erase what is before you.

What has changed? 

Still, where I thought I was --

just unknowing and an empty space in the world.

6:45am practice

When any one sits
Everyone is sitting

When any one practices
Everyone is practicing

Oh, my brothers and sisters
Welcome to chapel/zendo

Monday, July 24, 2023


 Why not now?

Sunday, July 23, 2023

mais oui

 At practice tonight E spoke of “the holiness of insignificance.”

A good phrase.

A sacred petit rien.

this is everything

 What is


Is God

this changes everything

 What if


Is God