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#2083 - Tuesday, March 15, 2005 - Editor: Gloria


  Star Without a Name

"When a baby is taken from the wet nurse,

it easily forgets her

and starts eating solid food.

 

Seeds feed awhile on ground,

then lift up into the sun.

 

So you should taste the filtered light

and work your way toward wisdom

with no personal covering.

 

That's how you came here, like a star

without a name.  Move across the night sky

with those anonymous lights."

         ~Rumi

posted by Anipachen to Daily Dharma  


  Problems

“We are continually faced with a series of great opportunities brilliantly disguised as insoluble problems.”

John W. Gardner


“If you cannot solve it, it is not a problem — it is reality.”
 
Barbara Coloroso 
 
 
 
“You know what your problem is, it's that you haven't seen enough movies — all of life's riddles are answered in the movies.”

Steve Martin



"I have a horror of people who speak about the beautiful. What is the beautiful? One must speak of problems in painting!"
 
Picasso



"A collective problem, if not recognized as such, always appears as a personal problem."
 
Carl Gustav Jung


“Letting your mind play is the best way to solve problems. A playful mind is inquisitive, and learning is fun. If you indulge your natural curiosity and retain a sense of fun in new experience, I think you'll find it functions as a sort of shock absorber for the bumpy road ahead.”
                                              
Bill Watterson
  posted on AlphaWorld  


  This is the beginning of chapter 10: Meditation and concentration -  taken from BE AS YOU ARE - THE TEACHINGS OF SRI RAMANA MAHARSHI - edited by David Godman

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The best meditation is that which continues in all the three states. It must be so intense that it does not give room even to the thought `I am meditating'.

Having made the liking to see through the deceitful senses subside, and having thereby ended the objective knowing of the mind, the jumping ego, to know the lightless light and the soundless sound in the Heart is the true power of yoga [yoga-shakti].

Posted by Viorica Weissman to MillionPaths  


  Ikkyu --Crow With No Mouth


a well nobody dug filled with no water
ripples and a shapeless weightless man drinks
oh green green willow wonderfully red flower
but I know the colors are not there


my gray cat jumped up just as I lifted this spoon
we're born we die


if there's nowhere to rest at the end
how can I get lost along the way?


that stone Buddha deserves all the birdshit it gets
I wave my skinny arms like a tall flower in the wind


I won't die I won't go away I'll always be here
no good asking me I won't speak


only a kind deadly sincere man
can show you the way here in the other world


melons eggplants rice rivers the sky
I offer them to you on this holiday


oh yes things exist like the echo when you yell at the foot of a
huge mountain


hear the cruel no-answer until blood drips down
beat your head against the wall of it


the mind is exactly this tree that grass
without thought or feeling both disappear


not two not one either
and the unpainted breeze in the ink painting feels cool


go down on your silly knees pray
for what? tomorrow is yesterday


I found my sparrow Sonrin dead one morning
and buried him just as gently as I would my own daughter


I hate it I know it's nothing but I
suck out the world's sweet juicy plum


why is it all so beautiful this fake dream
this craziness why?


it's logical: if you are not going anywhere
any road is the right one


know nothing I know nothing nobody does can you face me
and know nothing know


stare at it until your eyes drop out
this desk this wall this unreal page


only one koan matters
you


you stand inside me naked infinite love
the dawn bell rips my dreaming heart


we're lost where the mind can't find us
utterly lost


Ikkyu this body isn't yours I say to myself
wherever I am I'm there
ten fussy days running this temple all red tape
look me up if you want to in the bar whorehouse fish market


nature's a killer I won't sing to it
I hold my breath and listen to the dead singing under the grass


suddenly nothing but grief
so I put on my father's old ripped raincoat


when I was forty-seven everybody came to see me
so I walked out forever


my monk friend has a weird endearing habit
he weaves sandals and leaves them secretly by the roadside


a crazy lecher shuttling back and forth between whorehouse and bar
this past master paints south north east west with his cock


no nothing only those wintry crows
bright black in the sun


peace isn't luck for six years stand facing a silent wall
until the you of your face melts like a candle


don't hesitate get laid that's wisdom
sitting around chanting what crap


life's like climbing knife-tree hills with swords sticking up
day and night something stabs you


we live in a cage of light an incredible cage
animals animals without end


sick of it whatever it's called sick of the names
I dedicate every pore to what's here


inside the koan clear mind
gashes the great darkness


ten years of whorehouse joy I'm alone now in the mountains
the pines are like a jail the wind scratches my skin


the wise know nothing at all
well maybe one song


men are like cows horses fuck poetry
look at your hand read it


I woke from a dream of death to day's amazing
death grass death rice death chairs death death asleep or
awake


no words sitting alone night in my hut eyes closed hands open
wisps of an unknown face


my death? who was it anyway always where he was never
no not once ever seeing himself an eyeball speaks

~ Ikkyu, from "Crow With No Mouth," translated by Stephen Berg


posted by Mazie Lane on unsaymyself

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