Friday, April 4, 2008
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Raining Dukkha
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Monday, March 31, 2008
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Two Birds Drink . . .
Friday, March 28, 2008
No Such Things as Skeletons
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Getting and Spending
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Give Me Your Wallet Now!
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
Ye Ol' Barber Shop
I love listening to the conversations
at the barber shop. I should pay extra
for that.
The older barber is a great listener.
Each customer is his favorite,
and he seems sincerely interested
in what they are going to do for Easter.
The other barber is off fishing,
or golfing, no matter who is
sitting in his chair. Maybe next
time I'll draw him.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Descartes
So the Buddhist said Descartes
had it backwards,
"I am therefore I think."
And another said I was wrong
saying "I am not me" because
asserting "I" is really
saying "I am me."
So I asked what do I say,
without much hope that
I'd figure it out by midnight.
"There is me," he said.
I thought of the little prince,
looking at himself, standing on the Earth,
and at the rest of everything,
all twirling around and around
and around.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Non-Thinking Again
I asked the abbot about
non-thinking yesterday
and found that it was a
desired state, where
we experience
rather than conceptualize.
I then asked if non-self
was related to non-thinking
and he said no. But the
more he talked, the more
I realized that "self"
was the illusion of our
though rather than what
we experience.
I am "me" is only true
because I create
that as myself.
That identification
sometimes functions
as a shield to protect
me from getting
to really know how I feel
as I interact with our world.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Around and Around Again
He was driving in circles,
around and around,
slowly,
day by day,
year by year,
as the landscape changed
by the light and seasons
and as the world spun and rotated
around its mother Sun.
He was getting somewhere,
then nowhere, not realizing
that the trip was only back
from whence he had come—
over and over again.
His mind was not on the road
but rather on the gluttonous
breakfast he had, and how
it refused to find its way
past the middle of his stomach.
As his car jumped over a deep pothole
he was jarred into consciousness
and wondered if the surroundings
were slightly familiar
or just a figment of his imagination.
And then his stomach growled once more
as he left the road once again
to travel
in his mind, around and around,
again.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
A Three-legged Pig For One Low Price
Here's an article on human trafficking: http://tinyurl.com/2w8kxh and on pig genocide: http://tinyurl.com/2paoe4
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