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#1574 ~ Friday, October 3, 2003 ~ Editor: Gloria Lee
In order to learn the
nature of the myriad things, you must know that although they may
look round or square, the other features of oceans and mountains
are infinite in variety; whole worlds are there. It is so not
only around you, but also directly beneath your feet, or in a
drop of water.
From "Teachings of the Buddha," edited by Jack Kornfield, 1993. Reprinted by arrangement with Shambhala Publications, Boston, www.shambhala.com.
Joe Riley ~ Panhala
is not the world.
It isn't even the first page of the world.
poem wants to flower, like a flower.
It knows that much.
to open itself,
like the door of a little temple,
so that you might step inside and be cooled and refreshed,
and less yourself than part of everything.
loneliness comes stalking, go into the fields, consider
the orderliness of the world. Notice
something you have never noticed before,
like the tambourine sound of the snow-cricket
whose pale green body is no longer than your thumb.
Stare hard at the hummingbird, in the summer rain,
shaking the water-sparks from its wings.
Let grief be your sister, she will whether or no.
Rise up from the stump of sorrow, and be green also,
like the diligent leaves.
A lifetime isn't long enough for the beauty of this world
and the responsibilities of your life.
Scatter your flowers over the graves, and walk away.
Be good-natured and untidy in your exuberance.
In the glare of your mind, be modest.
And beholden to what is tactile, and thrilling.
Live with the beetle, and the wind.
This is the dark bread of the poem.
This is the dark and nourishing bread of the poem.
~ Mary Oliver ~
Gill Eardley ~ Rumi to Hafiz
I like to read
different versions of the Tao Te Ching,
think it helps with understanding. This is Ursula Le
Guin's Translation of Chapter 10. ...gill
Can you keep your soul in its body,
hold fast to the one,
and so learn to be whole?
Can you center your energy,
be soft, tender,
and so learn to be a baby?
Can you keep the deep water still and clear,
so it reflects without blurring?
Can you love people and run things,
and do so by not doing?
Opening, closing the Gate of Heaven,
can you be like a bird with her nestlings?
Piercing bright through the cosmos,
can you know by not knowing?
To give birth, to nourish,
to bear and not to own,
to act and not lay claim,
to lead and not to rule:
this is mysterious power.
Most of the scholars think this chapter is about meditation,
its techniques and fulfillments. The language is profoundly
mystical, the images are charged, rich in implications.
The last verse turns up in nearly the same words in other
chapters; there are several such "refrains" throughout
the book, identical or similar lines repeated once or twice
or three times.
From: 'Tao Te Ching - A book about the way and the
power of the way'
Ursula K. Le Guin
Lee In Mashiko.
what I am up to here:
|1:56 pm - Coil and
I like using the coil and throw
method on larger pots. It helps give some feeling to the
form. Wheel work can be very symmetrical. The coil
process breaks that up somewhat, as seen in old pottery
thrown on low momentum kick and handwheels.
the base from 5 kilos of clay last night. Finished coil
and throw this morning. I used a total of 7kilos. I mix
by ruff wedging a little under 1/3rd Shino clay (a white
stoneware) and 2/3rds Shigaraki clay. Both clays are soft
and are easy to ruff wedge together.
first six months there, I wondered why these guys wasted
Lee Love Copyright 2003
Gill Eardley ~ Allspirit Inspiration
left home and faced the realities of the
Terry Murphy ~ Sufi Mystic
excerpt is from Chapter 28 of Meher Baba's classic
work, "God to Man and Man to
God, the Discourses of Meher Baba," entitled, simply, "Love":
*The universe exists for the sake of Love*
It is for the sake of Love that the universe sprang into existence, and
for the sake of Love that it is kept going. God descends into the realm of
illusion because the apparent duality of the Beloved and the Lover is
contributory to his conscious enjoyment of his own divinity. The
development of love is conditioned and sustained by the tension of duality.
God suffers the apparent differentiation into the multiplicity of souls for
the sake of the game of Love. They are his own forms, and in relation to
them he assumes the role of the Divine Lover and the Divine Beloved. As the
Beloved, he is the real and ultimate object of appreciation, and as the
Divine Lover, he is their Savior, drawing them back to himself. Although
the entire world of duality is but an illusion, it has come into being for
a significant purpose.
Love is the reflection of God's unity in the world of duality. It
constitutes the entire significance of creation. If love were excluded from
life, all souls in the world would assume externality to each other, and
their only possible relations and contacts would be superficial and
mechanical. It is because of love that the contacts and relations between
individual souls become significant: and it is love which gives meaning to
every happening in the world of duality. But the love that gives meaning to
the world of duality is a standing challenge to it. As love gathers
strength, it generates creative restlessness and becomes the spiritual
dynamic that ultimately succeeds in restoring to consciousness the original
unity of being.
Gill Eardley ~ Rumi to Hafiz
normal waking consciousness, rational consciousness as
we call it, is but one special type of consciousness, whilst
all about it, parted from it by the filmiest of screens, there
lie potential forms of consciousness entirely different. We
may go through life without suspecting their existence; but
apply the requisite stimulus, and at a touch they are there in
all their completeness, definite types of mentality which
probably somewhere have their field of application and
adaptation. No account of the universe in its totality can be
final which leaves these other forms of consciousness quite
disregarded. How to regard them is the question,- for they are
so discontinuous with ordinary consciousness.
Rumi to Hafiz
I found this poem in an old
scrapbook of mine. It was written by the
Buddhist monk, Thich Nhat Hanh, during the Vietnam War when he heard about the
bombing of Ben Tre city.
The city of 300,000 was
destroyed when guerillas
fired rounds of unsuccessful anti-aircraft fire and then left.
He says his pain
was profound and he wrote this poem. It is still relevant for today.
I hold my face in my two hands
No I am not crying.
I hold my face in my two hands.
To keep my loneliness warm
two hands protecting
two hands nourishing
two hands preventing
my soul from leaving in anger.
---Thich Nhat Hanh
Joe Riley ~ NDS
Alan Watts Blues -- Van Morrison
Well I'm taking some time with my quiet friend
Well I'm takin' some time on my own.
Well I'm makin' some plans for my getaway
There'll be blue skies shining up above
When I'm cloud hidden
Well I've got to get out of the rat-race now
I'm tired of the ways of mice and men
And the empires all turning into rust again.
Out of everything nothing remains the same
That's why I'm cloud hidden
Sittin' up on the mountain-top in my solitude
Where the morning fog comes rollin' in
Just might do me some good.
Well I'm waiting in the clearing with my motor on
Well it's time to get back to the town again
Where the air is sweet and fresh in the countryside
Well it won't be long before I get back here again.
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