Love
Let’s be
What is
Here
Zazen
Takes place
Every time
You see
What is
Before you
And everything
Is before
You
Q: Why do you pray?
A: Why?
Q: Yes, why?
A: To be
alone with
The Alone
Q: And are you?
A: Yes,
I am
Q: [looks, silently]
(Ps. 3) Dómine, quid multiplicáti sunt qui tríbulant me?
(Ps. 3) O Lord, how many are my foes!
multi insúrgunt advérsum me.
Many are rising against me; 2. Multi dicunt ánimæ meæ:
2. many are saying to me,
Non est salus ipsi in Deo ejus.
“There is no help for you[a] in God.”
3. Tu autem, Dómine, suscéptor meus es,
3. But you, O Lord, are a shield around me,
glória mea, et exáltans caput meum.
my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.
4. Voce mea ad Dóminum clamávi:
4. I cry aloud to the Lord,
et exaudívit me de monte sancto suo.
and he answers me from his holy hill.
5. Ego dormívi, et soporátus sum:
5. I lie down and sleep;
et exsurréxi, quia Dóminus suscépit me.
I wake again, for the Lord sustains me.
6. Non timébo míllia pópuli circumdántis me:
6. I am not afraid of ten thousands of people
exsúrge, Dómine, salvum me fac, Deus meus.
who have set themselves against me all around.
7. Quóniam tu percussísti omnes adversántes mihi sine causa:
7. Rise up, O Lord! Deliver me, O my God!
dentes peccatórum contrivísti.
For you strike all my enemies on the cheek; you break the teeth of the wicked.
8. Dómini est salus:
8. Deliverance belongs to the Lord;
et super pópulum tuum benedíctio tua.
In prison this morning, Lalla Ded. "Lalla, or Lal Ded, was a Kashmiri mystic who lived in the 14th century at the height of Kashmiri Shaivism.” https://poetrysociety.org/poems-essays/old-school/on-lalla
We speak about:
I'm towing my boat across the ocean with a thread.
Will He hear me and help me across?
Or am I seeping away like water from a half baked cup?
Wander, my poor soul, you're not going home anytime soon.
And:
He who strikes the Unstruck Sound
calls space his body and emptiness his home,
who has neither name nor color nor family nor form,
who, meditating on Himself, is both Source and Sound
is the god who shall mount and ride this horse.
Then:
Gluttony gets you the best table in the town of Nowhere,
fasting gives your ego a boost.
Slaves of extremes, learn the art of balance
and all the closed doors will open at your touch.
Finally:
Now sir, make sure you've corralled your ass.
Or he'll champ his way
through your neighbors' saffron gardens.
No one's going to stand proxy
when it's your neck on the block.
Our conversant there is a devotee of Kashmiri Shaivism and showed great kindness sharing his passion.
These unmatriculated independent open-hearted open-minded conversations done twice weekly at the farm and up the hill at MSP are a fence being painted by thoughtful individuals with generous kindness to elderly pronouncers of the bodhisattva vows.
It is an open practice.
As is, if you will, prayer.
Thus:
"Let your prayers go drifting into space, you never know what will be coming down.” (--from "For a Dancer”, song from Jackson Browne's 1974 album Late for the Sky.)
Dystopian states
Of America
Go ahead, tell me
How dystopia is not
Our new
De-nominalism
Replacing
Anything actual
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