Start again

President Kennedy's death

It showed us something we'd never recover from.

Mistrust.

Georg Friedrich Handel gives us, as consolation, this St. Cecilia's Day Ode.

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=hbHHieh6v98

At end, ad libiduum.

What we no longer see passes us by

Train tracks no longer carry sidetracked caboose shorn of yellow paint.

And yet, golden prayer wheel sounds like the clickity clack round iron discs along spiked rail as it spins homage to what is within everything.

Thursday afternoon long miles from home.

Stirb und werde

After film Wit in class, Ikkyu concludes the evening:

I won’t die.  

I won’t go anywhere.  

I’ll always be here.  

But don’t ask me any questions.  

I won’t answer.  

                          (– The Death Poem of Ikkyu)

 From death mask, a brief pause, to eternal face.

Sometimes

When walking

Everything seems

So

Spacious

Om mane padme hum

See what is revealing itself within!

Some days Emanuel feels closer than others.

(Hebrew: עמנואל, God is with us)

Peace and good will.

As well.

Spiegel im Spiegel

Meditation is presence looking as, not at, itself.

Mirror in the mirror.

A never-ending reflection with no beginning.

Arriving home; nowhere else

No closing this gate.

On its way becoming gateless.

Moo!

The end sound as religion

The koan "Mu," the story of Adam and Eve in Genesis, and Philippians 2:6-11 are the same teaching.

No stretching out hand to reach for or ask for what is already there, what is already true, what belongs as you.

As, not to.

Perhaps "I am!" finds contemporary translation in "I as!"

Moonrise, Camden, Saturday

No peapod bobs

Harbor, only white sphere

Looks at nothing there

Low tide

6:18am

Not only are we not alone, we are what alone would be if it were us.

Alone, the Alone is alone.

We are what longs to be alone with the Alone.

As first light morning is to day, you and I are nascent presence to Inchoate Presence Itself.

So arrives 6:23am.

3:16am

Vigils.

Nothing.

Emptiness surrounds solitude.

Until stillness in vast open space.

Looks in as itself.

Gazing 

One last observation

Just before I die I expect to be breathing.

What happens after that is anybody's guess.

Bowdoin soccer field

The day is chill gifted with sun. Leaves play tumble at center field.

Score: wind two, grass one.

read this many ways

No fear is now here.

Do you remember?

I remember.

11 Nov, world over

Remembrance Day includes all hurt and dead after war, after resistance to war, after longing for peace.

Time to see the teaching

View from morning window.

This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness.-- Dalai Lama

View from a lovely teaching. 

ཐུགས་རྗེ་ཆེ་། (tujay-chay) ཐུགས་རྗེཞེ་དྲག་ཆེ་།.           (Thank you!)

A good lad

Atop stone tower on small mountain above Montpelier Vt we talked about many things.

Note

There will be no conversations nor formal practice this weekend. (8Nov13 -- 11Nov13)
The bookshed and cabin are, as usual, open for use.