With that Moon Language

Admit something:

Everyone you see, you say to them, "Love me."

Of course you do not do this out loud, 

otherwise someone would call the cops.

Still, though, think about this, this great pull in us to connect.

Why not become the one who lives with a 

full moon in each eye that is 

always saying,

With that sweet moon language,

what every other eye in this world is dying to hear?

—Hafiz

Love one another, but make not a bond of love....

 

Love one another, but make not a bond of love: 

Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls"

—Kahil Gibran, The Prophet

...things are just what they are.

 

True practice brings us more and more into that plain 

and undramatic space in which things are just 

as they are—just functioning. And that functioning 

cannot come from self-centeredness. 

—Charlotte Joko Beck, Everyday Zen

...the best you can say is "not two."

If you want to describe its essence,

the best you can say is "not two." 

In this "not two nothing is separate and

nothing in the world is excluded. —Trust in Mind

Death?

I don’t think many believe that the body lives forever. You seem to avoid the difficult question of “what are we?” Are we a bag of bones and flesh? That is questionable, given that “our” molecules come and go (alive or dead). Which leaves our permanent essence to be a structure, one that it is impermanent at best—perhaps even the structure itself doesn’t exist as a physical “thing.” She (as we knew her) is now part of the ocean. Before that, she answered the door when you knocked (and because she can no longer do that is the sorrowful part of her change). And before that, she was something else, and someone else would have answered that door. You are treating the issue as a Newtonian, yet you understand from modern physics that existence is far more complex than we used to believe.

This is in response to: http://daviddfriedman.blogspot.com/2009/08/concerning-intuitions-of-immortality.html

Walt Whitman had this to say in Leaves of Grass:

To you suspect death? If I were to suspect death I should die now,
Do you think I could walk pleasantly and well-suited toward annihilation?

Pleasantly and well-suited I walk,
Whither I walk I cannot define, but I know it is good,
The whole universe indicates that it is good,
The past and the present indicate that it is good.

How beautiful and perfect are the animals!
How perfect the earth, and the minutest thing upon it!

What is called good is perfect, and what is called bad is just as perfect,
The vegetables and minerals are all perfect, and the imponderable fluids are perfect;
Slowly and surely they have pass’d on to this, and slowly and surely they yet pass on.

I don't think the samurai would agree with Whitman when he says "Do you think I could walk pleasantly and well-suited toward annihilation?"

As the river surrenders....

"As the river surrenders itself to the ocean,

what is inside me moves inside you." —Kabir

...the stone woman gets up to dance.

When the wooden man begins to sing,

the stone woman gets up to dance."

—Song of the Jewel Mirror