Archive for May, 2013

at this point in my life i believe it is useful to pay relatively more attention to specific efforts than specific effects

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i have found that the less emotionally vulnerable i am, the more i can learn. and i like learning.

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if i were another of your tears the ocean didn’t want
i’d give something unexpected to the world
             instead of a child,

my daughter thought the story funny when six
years old i told her while swinging in the chair
we strung for her the year of her birth.

she thought we’d made the whole thing up.

how we’d conceived the idea of her
while holidaying in stockholm, tried
all the way from hessen to the dolomites
to give desire expression. finding none

i planted a stone for your memory.
tilled the garden for other works,

i might leave in your stead.

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I have learned that every suffering emotion is like the sangha bell – an event calling me home to myself.

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Looking back at my life, I realize the extent to which it has been influenced by the effort to either control or avoid emotional experiencing. It seems at times as if something has stolen life from me. However, I realize now that life can re-appear in an instant of letting go and letting be. Waking up.

Here. Now.

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when we perceive and accept the nature of our own unique practice in each moment, and stop comparing it to other possibilities, when we accept the nature of the curriculum that the universe has sent just to us, in this moment, that’s when peace lives.

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this is water when you wanted it,
adding nothing to the sum.

sure it’s the oath that we all took
to live aware for a while,

and let loose the bounds of thought—
language jail settlement storm.

the question is whether accumulation
were better left off,

while we go back
to buddha’s simple emptiness. that is

more rich than all possibility,
fertility and joy—

snow cascades.
what can one add to wholeness?

to completion or

if you accept one more for yourself,
you lose yourself as sure as a fish

loses the race to hook line and grab,
as sure

as open-ness dies in the field
of knowing: it is the

only landing that ever launched a ship
the only bow that never went astray

the only eyes that ever saw,
tender hearts above the fray. with

computation and mis-engeneration
shall i enter the wisdom of speech,

and foster a life?

return anything at all to the universe?
strike a journey

with only
the compassion in my heart?

let it go and go.
be in gone.

live in went.
sigh, in love.

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