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Issue #1028: Monday, April 1, 2002
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BILLY
COLLINS
from
http://www.bigsnap.com/poems.html#poemsbc
Japan
Today I pass the time reading
a favorite haiku,
saying the few words over and over.
It feels like eating
the same small, perfect grape
again and again.
I walk through the house reciting it
and leave its letters falling
through the air of every room.
I stand by the big silence of the piano and say
it.
I say it in front of a painting of the sea.
I tap out its rhythm on an empty shelf.
I listen to myself saying it,
then I say it without listening,
then I hear it without saying it.
And when the dog looks up at me,
I kneel down on the floor
and whisper it into each of his long white ears.
It's the one about the one-ton
temple bell
with the moth sleeping on its surface,
and every time I say it, I feel the excruciating
pressure of the moth
on the surface of the iron bell.
When I say it at the window,
the bell is the world
and I am the moth resting there.
When I say it at the mirror,
I am the heavy bell
and the moth is life with its papery wings.
And later, when I say it to you in the dark,
you are the bell,
and I am the tongue of the bell, ringing you,
and the moth has flown
from its line
and moves like a hinge in the air above our bed.
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NINA
http://www.girlart.com/Anita_Getzler.htm
(Note the artist/article link on the above page, as well.)
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NINA
Writing to Mark Otter:
Dear Bodhi,
If
I may be so bold and personal to use that name, I'm not
sure
if you're still pulling my leg or not, but I can believe
anything,
so I will.
Like
this weekend when I was approached while standing in
the
alley waiting for the dogs to finish their business by a man
asking
for money. He told me he and his family had just moved to
town
from Danville, VA, the van had broken down, they had paid
$175
bux to have it towed, and now he just had $21 to feed him
and
his family (wife and kids) until Monday when the wife began
work
at a Denny's and he began work at a construction company,
oh
and yes, he had been to the missions, but they wanted him to
walk
his kids down the expressway to get them there and he
wasn't
going to do that, and he had blisters on his feet and I
was
only the second person he had approached all evening who
hadn't
run away. Well, for some strange reason, probably simply
because
I wanted to, I believed him. I spent 15 minutes going
upstairs,
getting money, and getting money exchanged across the
way.
By the time I was ready to hand him the bux, suspicion had
dawned.
When I handed it to him, I watched his eyes, hands, and
postures,
listened to his voice as he apologized for asking for
money,
and even asked if he could return it to me sometime.
Well,
the answer to that last question was a definite no. Later,
I
called that Denny's and confirmed what I had come to know.
Sometimes we just believe what we want to believe.
Can
a person be conned if they know what is going on?
Conned,
of my own free will.
http://www.etext.org/Zines/Kudzu/current/McKenna1.html
Anyway,
back to dogs. I'm not surprised they're calling you
Bodhisattva.
No offense, it isn't because I know you well and
have
noticed a particular saintly quality about you, it is
because
I have met so many people and dogs named
Bodhi(sattva)...
it must be the place where I live.
Best,
Marksattva,
Nina
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LISA
I
am new to the list, sort of. I have actually been observing
the
dialogue here for quite some time. Initially, I tried to
discern
the different personalities that comprised the list. The
tendency
to do this began to dissolve and the "list" became not
a
conglomeration of personalities but a stream of energy. On
occassion
the stream would quicken, the pace becoming much to
fast
for this novice, but just as suddenly, an impromptu word or
smile
would slow the waters making the flow tranquil again. I
have
enjoyed the scenery and I have learned there is no
difference
between fast/slow, better/worse, you/me. We are all
part
of the stream/energy. So I thought I heard a "Come on in
the
water's just fine."
Nice
to meet you,
Lisa
JEROEN
hello lisa,
nice
to meet you too.. like you said.. while the
stream
'consists' of several waves, it is one whole.. that is
ever
flowing and always refreshing.. once you found the right
cup,
your thirst is ever satisfied.. no matter how the stream
flows..
love,
jeroen
LISA
Exactly
Jeroen, I have come to realize and accept that it does
not
matter how the stream flows, sometimes deep, sometimes
shallow,it
is the knowledge that I am just part of the
energy...the
greater whole and it is enough that I can flow
without
resistance (regrets, guilt, shame, needs,
desires,etc);when
one accepts that the beginning and the end are
the
same and there is no where to go and no thing to do then the
stream
becomes endless, timeless and yes always refreshing.
Nice
to meet you also,
Lisa
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ONLY ONE PIECE
DAN:
Actually,
Jody, there is one piece of impure nonduality
that
exists, and which I have in my personal, private
possession.
It
is very valuable, as it is the only piece of its kind in
existence.
All the rest of existence is pure nonduality, as you say :-)
GENE:
Darn.
I thought I was the only one.
Oh well...
GREG:
No,
it's here with me. Did you come over last night and steal
it,
Dan-ji?
JODY:
Will
the real owner of the last piece of impure non-duality
please
stand up!
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BILLY COLLINS: an encore
On Turning Ten
The whole idea of it makes me feel
like I'm coming down with something,
something worse than any stomach ache
or the headaches I get from reading in bad light--
a kind of measles of the spirit,
a mumps of the psyche,
a disfiguring chicken pox of the soul.
You tell me it is too early to be looking back,
but that is because you have forgotten
the perfect simplicity of being one
and the beautiful complexity introduced by two.
But I can lie on my bed and remember every digit.
At four I was an Arabian wizard.
I could make myself invisible
by drinking a glass of milk a certain way.
At seven I was a soldier, at nine a prince.
But now I am mostly at the window
watching the late afternoon light.
Back then it never fell so solemnly
against the side of my tree house,
and my bicycle never leaned against the garage
as it does today,
all the dark blue speed drained out of it.
This is the beginning of sadness, I say to myself,
as I walk through the universe in my sneakers.
It is time to say good-bye to my imaginary
friends,
time to turn the first big number.
It seems only yesterday I used to believe
there was nothing under my skin but light.
If you cut me I could shine.
But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life,
I skin my knees. I bleed.
--Billy Collins
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BOOTS
from
Live Journal
words cannot fully convey my obsession for this photograph.
bless your heart jodi cobb whereever thou may be.
current
mood: humidwarm
current
music: car alarms beeping, windowplanes splashed with rain
<="http://lava.nationalgeographic.com/cgi-bin/pod/PhotoOfTheDay.cgi?month=03&day=03&year=02">http://lava.nationalgeographic.com/cgi-bin/pod/PhotoOfTheDay.cgi?month=03&day=03&year=02