Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

What is death?

"Measurement," the father said.

In Sanskrit the word is "Maya."


Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Stay, non-turned

Cat knocks over Buddha.

Doesn't care.

German Shepherd sleeps through it.

    Musee des Beaux Arts  

About suffering they were never wrong, 
The old Masters: how well they understood 
Its human position: how it takes place 
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along; 
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting 
For the miraculous birth, there always must be 
Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating 
On a pond at the edge of the wood:  
They never forgot 
That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot 
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse 
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.

In Breughel's Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away 
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may 
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry, 
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone 
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green 
Water, and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen 
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky, 
Had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on. 
(Poem by W. H. Auden)

Cat, dog, and Buddha are also (seldom) wrong.

We, however, need not turn away.

Let's not.

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

silent gaze

Dukkha -- dissatisfaction, trauma, or suffering --  arrives uninvited.

Someone writes saying cancer has spread, he’s in pain, feels heartbroken.

I take it in and reflect with haiku:
(a haiku for D.) 
when heart sees itself —
enormous chunks of ice fall
to flowing water
This seems to be how we find our experience as time continues.

It has its limits.

As we do.


Tuesday, January 7, 2014


The illusion is we're alone.

We're never alone.

Illumination is inseparate.

" All lose,whole find" wrote e.e. cummings

No romanticizing illness. Illness is illness.

Begin there.

Then --

Become whole with any halves within (reach).

No one is none the wiser.


No, one is none, the wiser.

They know this, the wiser.

Which is what you are!