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In Memory of Samuel Pasiencier
Today in Amersfoort
I am very sorry to share the news that my
passed away a few hours ago from an upper
respiratory infection and heart failure. He will be
deeply missed. ~Rebecca Rothey
Sam was a
beloved presence on Nonduality Salon and other
groups for many years.
A Poem by Sam,
taken from Eye to 'I'
article in Amigo.
Mister, Take My Picture
Morning and evening seem
to be the very best times to take
photographs. The light is long and glancing, warm with the
sunlight almost saying: 'Here. Look, look at this. See me
This scene met me one
morning when I opened my door onto the hall.
A moment in time, caught by the morning light. The next
figures move, the scene changes.
In fact 'I' was
attracted at first only by the fall of the light.
Existence placed the figures where they were, wove that
Our eyes are needed by
existence in order for it to see itself. In a
sense that is existence looking at itself. Or to use that much
overused word god looking at God and that is worship,
Love is attention.
Attention is love.
The maker is visible in
its creation. Our eyes are there to see that.
And only our eyes can see that.
'You see', invites this
stream, 'I hide nothing from you, I reveal my
presence by my light.'
And sometimes some bit of presence says like an eager kid:
'Hey Mister. Take my
~ Samuel Pasiencier
Sam Pasiencier, June
#1510 - Friday, August
1, 2003 - Editor: Gloria
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[Thanks to Kia Pierce
for saving and re-posting this bit today.]
Pasiencier Photography 9/25/13
Ed Note: Sam took many
pictures of leaves on various pavements, and dozens more
were presented in The
Nonduality Highlights over the years.
In honor of Sam Pasiencier
If I thought I knew you
You remained a mystery.
For you came from light
And kept trying to get back there.
Your laughter ever
The folks you loved.
The jokes you made
The wisdom and honesty
That were your trade.
I miss you but I know
the score. You can't one-up
me any more.
I wish you could and that's no lie.
I don't want to say good bye.
A little song, a little
A little seltzer down your pants.
You were king of many hearts.
Now we are no more apart.