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#2379 - Monday, January 30, 2006 - Editor: Gloria Lee  

The question is not
what you look at
but what you see.

     - Henry David Thoreau

    "What was it in the wilderness that gave peace and joy? What was it that
came to us in the forest, the solitude? In either case it was nothing
else but the depth of our own life, which is silent like the depths of
the great sea, so silent and still...

...It is the surface of the sea that makes waves and roaring breakers;
the depth is silent. So the depth of our own being is silent also. And
this all-pervading, unbroken, inseparable, unlimited, ever-present,
omnipotent silence unites with our silence like the meeting of flames."

~Hazrat Inayat Khan

From the web page, "Silence."

Daily Dharma  


Even if the whole world is on fire,
Be sure to pass through it to hear the Dharma;
Then you will surely attain the Buddha's Enlightenment.
And everywhere deliver beings from the river of birth-and-death.

From Muryojugyo - The Sutra of Infinite Life




Sol = sun
li = hillside
hogda = top


see Alan Larus' montage of images at:    


short days divide

the way to wetlandpines   each returning through

the blue hour

Split at softeningofshapes,
take no notice run on past

The magic moment loops   into incredible beautiful crystal fields  

 a dance in circles
with the poundingheart

and everybrightstar


poem and photos by Alan Larus

Tricycle's Daily Dharma: January 25, 2006

The Boat
There's a Zen story in which a man is enjoying himself on a river at dusk. He sees another boat coming down the river toward him. At first it seems so nice to him that someone else is also enjoying the river on a nice summer evening. Then he realizes that the boat is coming right toward him, faster and faster. He begins to get upset and starts to yell, "Hey, hey watch out! For Pete's sake, turn aside!" But the boat just comes faster and faster, right toward him. By this time he's standing up in his boat, screaming and shaking his fist, and then the boat smashes right into him. He sees that it's an empty boat. This is the classic story of our whole life situation. --Pema Chodron, Start Where You Are

  This is from: 'Long Days Journey into Night' Eugene O'Neill

I lay on the bowsprit, facing astern, with the water foaming
into spume under me, the masts with every sail white in the
moonlight, towering high above me. I became drunk with the
beauty and singing rhythm of it , and for a moment I lost my-
self - actually lost my life. I was set free! I dissolved in the
sea, became white sails and flying spray, became beauty and
rhythm, became moonlight and the ship and the high dim-starred
sky! I belonged, without past or future, within peace and unity
and a wild joy, within something greater than my own life, or the
life of Man, to Life itself! To God, if you want to put it that way.

And several other times in my life, when I was swimming far out,
or lying alone on a beach, I have had the same experience. Become
the sun, the hot sand, green seaweed anchored to a rock, swaying
in the tide. Like a saint's vision of beatitude. Like the veil of things
as they seem drawn back by an unseen hand. For a second you see -
and seeing the secret, are the secret. For a second there is meaning!



  Verbal Teachings

All verbal teachings are just to cure diseases. 
Because diseases are not the same, the remedies
are also different.  That is why it is sometimes
said that there is Buddha, and sometimes it is
said that there is no Buddha.
True words are those which actually cure sickness;
if the cure manages to heal, then all are true words. 
If they can't effectively cure sickness, all are false
True words are false words when they give rise to
views.  False words are true words when they cut off
the delusions of sentient beings.  Because disease is
unreal, there is only unreal medicine to cure it.

Pai-chang (720-814)


    And Alice picked up the little cake and on it  read, 'Be yourself.' How funny, Alice thought, what else could I be!
-- Lewis  Carroll
Morning Zen

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