Mind and body
dropped off mind and body!
This state should be experienced by everyone;
it is like piling fruit into a basket without a bottom,
like pouring water into a bowl With a pierced hole;
However much you may pile or pour you cannot fill it up.
When this is realized the pail bottom is broken through.
But while there is still a trace of conceptualizations
which makes you say I have this understanding
or I have that realization,
you are still playing with unrealities.
~ Dogen Zenji
& Zen on Facebook by Mary Byrne
bodhisattva doesn't have to be perfect. Anyone who is
aware of what is happening and who tries to wake up
people is a bodhisattva. We are all bodhisattvas,
"Every morning I
awake torn between a desire to save the
world and an inclination to savor it. This makes it
hard to plan
the day. But if we forget to savor the world, what
reason do we have for saving it? In a way, the
~ E.B. White
"Love has reached the seventh heaven.
Before the mind can figure how
Love has climbed the Holy Mountain.
I must stop this talk now and let
Love speak from its nest of silence."
Hour of Stars
The round silence of
one note on the stave
of the infinite.
Ripe with lost poems,
I step naked into the street.
The blackness riddled
by the singing of crickets:
that musical light
by the spirit.
A thousand butterfly
sleep within my walls.
A wild crowd of young
over the river.
- Federico García
Image by Peter
Shefler. (Moon reflected on the Milles River).
is what we desire in
one form or another, even if we find it
through being alone, the agency of silence or the felt
to walk at a distance: the meeting with something or
someone other than ourselves, the light brush of grass
the skin, the ruffling breeze, the actual touch of
hand; even an understanding we formally could not
Whether we touch only
what we see or the mystery of what
lies beneath the veil of what we see, we are made for
unending meeting and exchange, while having to hold a
coherent mind and body, physically or imaginatively,
in turn can be found and touched itself. We are
for the world to run up against and rub up against:
the trials of love, through pain, through happiness,
our simple everyday movement through the world.
And the world touches
us in many ways, some of which are
violations of the body or our hopes for safety:
natural disaster, through heartbreak, through illness,
through death itself. In the ancient world the touch
God was seen as both a blessing and a violation, at
time. Being alive in the world means being found by
world and sometimes touched to the core in ways we
rather not experience. Growing with our bodies, all of
find ourselves at one time violated or wounded by this
world in difficult ways, and still we live and breathe
touchable, sensual world, and through trauma, through
through recovery, we heal in order to be touched again
the right way, as the physical consecration of a
Nothing stops the
bodys arrival in each new present,
except death itself, which is intuited in all cultures
another, ultimate form of meeting. Nothing stops our
nor our witness to time, asking us again and again to
present to each different present, to be touchable and
findable, to be one who is living up to the very
consequences of being bodily present in the world.
To forge an
untouchable, invulnerable identity is actually a
sign of retreat from this world; of weakness, a sign
rather than strength and betrays a strange
misunderstanding of an abiding, foundational and
reality: that untouched, we disappear.