friend sends me someone's thoughts on prayer

 I respond to him:

c,

Thanks.

And yet, I remain unmoved. 

Might be the profound sorrow I feel for all the deaths all the suffering all the despair.

For me, tonight, prayer is the longing for what is not there, what is not here. 

Nor do I expect, nor even want, that longing to be satisfied.

Like zazen, I attend, without hope, expectation, or desire for any particular outcome.

Yes, I pray.

It is prayer of non-intentional attention . . . non-other than attention itself.

Just here.

With all that is here . . . 

Which I vaguely imagine is what God is — here.

Cheers,

b

three haiku from hospice sitting, beginning hiatus

so many stories 

she tells of travels, her life 

cheer through and throughout 

    wfh/12oct23 

... 

in his photographs 

his mother, his horse, nearby -- 

but, oh, sunflowers 

    wfh/12oct23

...

Why do we sit with 

one another's last days? (Smile) 

Don't ask . . . have a seat 

    wfh/28oct23

haiku (no more)

 Lewiston reminds me to dwell in nescience every aware instant unknowing and filled with trust there’s a slow train coming of alert consciousness and compassionate engagement and I’ll want to board, all, aboard.

you do not pray, prayer is what where who you are — become it

 This life is prayer

Even when it is void, gone

Prayer is surround

just the entanglement at a distance

Been to bowling place

Been to recycling place — Been

 with devastation

now let us grieve

 There’s no joy to hear

Shooter is found dead — each inch

Is full of sorrow

he said it’s not the guns, it’s the heart

Here’s what Bard AI writes:

Idiots who say it's not the guns it's not the weapons are wrong. Guns are inanimate objects, but they can be used to kill people. If we want to reduce gun violence, we need to restrict access to guns and make it more difficult for people to get them. —Bard

It’s Mike Johnson who is artificially unintelligent. 

Unspeak yourself, sir!

who are these people

 The new speaker of the house:

“At the end of the day, the problem is the human heart,” Johnson told Fox News host Sean Hannity one day after a gunman killed at least 18 people and injured dozens more in Maine. “It’s not guns, it’s not the weapons.” (Mike Johnson, R. LA)

I’ve been thinking about idiots. 

He comes to mind.

no place else to go

When you’re done you’re done —

Walking through this mountain side

Each tree family

implications of non-separation, all my relations

 I have killed eighteen

I shot them in Lewiston 

I do not know why

ragged mountain hermit reads 15 yr old email

Expunging old emails.

Will save this one from friend who died two years ago last week. 

...You remain my best friend and you are always welcome should you decide to stir those aged bones. Cheers.

D.A. 27nov2008 

Lest we forget.

These gifts. 

every leaf on ground came from above

 An answer to ask

If god exists comes clear — no

Breeze through morning leaves

after loading gun, sit by window, turn hat around

Stay home, don’t go out

America’s solution

To weapons of war

canceling democracy, good ole boys

 Amiable new

House speaker denies last votes

For president count

mo(u)rning in maine

 No more bullets

Better pour coffee

Half and half

Another day

say good morning to your executioner

 Everyplace you

go could be the last place gone —

shooters, guns, madness 

we are waiting

 Sorrrow of shootings

Maine’s turn — the horror tonight

Bullets and bullets

theological pilgrimage through vacated field

Absence of God fills

Empty place through which I walk

looking everywhere

operation scuttle in low tide

Tiring of Trump rats

climb over dock lines leaving

crippled derelict 

Yes?

 Yes!

yes

 I’ve left the world far behind,

My robe is covered with moss;

A small bundle of firewood burns,

Brightening the night.

Ryokan (1758-1831) (dailyzen)

precarious ground, terrifying intent

       (cf Atlantic article)

Barbarism, he

says, is what arises world-

wide — cruelty — rules

and ethics ripped up, thrown off,

cowardice, and loathsome fear

what is the prayer of meetingbrook hermitage

Yes —

It is

What is

don’t you mean well done; we’ll see

 Apropos of pronouns (at Sunday evening practice), these:

1. We
2. Oui
3. Nous

Please note that “nous” ( French for we) also means mind in Greek.

nous, (Greek: “mind” or “intellect”) in philosophy, the faculty of intellectual apprehension and of intuitive thought. Used in a narrower sense, it is distinguished from discursive thought and applies to the apprehension of eternal intelligible substances and first principles. It is sometimes identified with the highest or divine intellect. 

https://www.britannica.com/topic/nous

Don’t mind me.

Re-mind we.

Yes, then we’ll see.

we’ll done

 It cannot be described in words

What can’t?

The Way.

Oh.

Ok.

(Pulls blanket up to cover head.)

introducing between, concluding something unknown

 There is

A world

Out there

Here is

A world

In here

Love itself

Interpolates

Compassion insinuates 

Extrapolation

(Words, words, words)

we pray with breath, we breathe with prayer

 Rain this Sunday morning

Birthday of Francis J. H.

Death day of David A.

Wake up

Go to sleep

Oremus pro invicem 

when did all the cosmos come into being

Just

 Now

(Can you

Imagine?)