Monday, April 20, 2015
Jump into the sky
the little house said
so I wrapped my things in a blue bandana
and left earth behind
No windows doors walls roof
no clocks shoes money datebook
I left form behind, and so emptiness
Flowerfood honeybee buzz unwieldy fragrance lilting lullaby
somewhere just to the east
where they say the sun rises
But I know better
it rose right here
in my heart
along with a blue bandana flag
Saturday, April 18, 2015
The Appalachian Trail wanders through our backyard here in Carlisle, and Thursday night, rather than sit meditation in the confines of a stuffy old room with smelly red carpet, we hit the trail! The AT Center in Boiling Springs and 2 professional photographers welcomed a group of 20 folks (and a few dogs) and led us around Children's Lake, stopping periodically to point out great vistas for photographs. The trail around the lake is flat and inviting. Sauntering was easy. Families were out for a stroll or set up along the water's edge with fishing poles and all the gear. Ducks paddled toward anyone throwing bread.
The lake is regularly stocked with rainbow trout. A 5 trout limit is strictly enforced, and as one fisherman netted a gleaming fish, rainbow racing stripes glittering in the sun, I couldn't help but wonder if 5 was too many...how about just 1? And then release the rest. In other parts of the Yellow Breeches river that races beside the lake, it's strictly catch and release, as it is in the LeTort Spring river. That seems a little more sporting.
If I thought we might be practicing silent walking meditation, I realized as soon as we gathered that it was going to be more of a walking/ talking meditation! The benefit was immeasurable, as we broke into small groups and got to know one another a little better, or introduced ourselves to others who were also hiking.
All the stories of these lives enrich us, like adding more paint to a canvas, in a painting that is never completed. Some of the color tones are brilliant and uplifting like Spring forsythia. Some are as somber as the darkened, rain soaked bark of an oak tree.
Yet somehow, all nature's colors create a particular harmony without any need to fabricate perfection. Change is nature's hallmark, and ours as well, yet our struggle to keep life exactly as it is when it's great, or repel life when it causes suffering, keeps us locked in delusion.
We parted ways after the sun had set, as fat raindrops began to fall, all finally quiet, talked out after our 2 hour hike. Most of us got some fun photographs, but perhaps more importantly, we all felt relaxed and happy to have spent our time together on the Appalachian Trail.
Thursday, April 16, 2015
Buddha has defined compassion as "love plus meditation". When your love is not just a desire for the other, when your love is not only a need, when your love is a sharing, when your love is not that of a beggar but an emperor, when your love is not asking for something in return but is ready only to give--to give for the sheer joy of giving--then add meditation to it and the pure fragrance is released. That is compassion; compassion is the highest phenomenon.
--Zen Tarot, Osho
Monday, April 13, 2015
Thursday, April 9, 2015
Comparison brings inferiority, superiority. When you don't compare, all inferiority, all superiority, disappear. Then you are, you are simply there. A small bush or a big high tree--it doesn't matter; you are yourself. You are needed. A grass leaf is needed as much as the biggest star. Without the grass leaf God will be less than he is.
The sound of the cuckoo is needed as much as any Buddha; the world will be less, will be less rich if this cuckoo disappears.
Just look around. All is needed, and everything fit together. It is an organic unity; nobody is higher and nobody is lower, nobody superior, nobody inferior. Everybody is incomparably unique.
--Zen Tarot, Osho