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Issue #1028: Monday, April 1, 2002
Highlights Compiled, Edited, and Designed
by Jerry Katz
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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
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
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.
(Note the artist/article link on the above page, as well.)
Writing to Mark Otter:
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.
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.
a person be conned if they know what is going on?
Conned, of my own free will.
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.
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."
to meet you,
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
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.
to meet you also,
ONLY ONE PIECE
Actually, Jody, there is one piece of impure nonduality
that exists, and which I have in my personal, private
is very valuable, as it is the only piece of its kind in
All the rest of existence is pure nonduality, as you say :-)
Darn. I thought I was the only one.
No, it's here with me. Did you come over last night and steal
Will the real owner of the last piece of impure non-duality
please stand up!
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
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.
from Live Journal
words cannot fully convey my obsession for this photograph.
bless your heart jodi cobb whereever thou may be.
current music: car alarms beeping, windowplanes splashed with rain