The sadness of things is
like the toppled buddha,
visible in her falling,
through the open window.
In the empty house
clanging doors stir dust,
like a broken hourglass half full of sand
trapped in a shadowy box of iniquity.
Suddenly vivid in a world of lucid dreams,
things were shining in their absence,
like Dad,
the man who would live forever making people happy.
Posted on September 3rd, 2007 by ronrusso
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It smells nothing
like rain, sudden in the sun,
an open window
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People say that what we’re all seeking is a meaning for life.
I don’t think that’s what we’re really seeking.
I think that what we’re seeking is an experience
of being alive,
so [...]
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With penetrating Attention,
wide-eyed, inspects;
blend seeing, appetite, and memory–
frisky, frolicking in the pool:
One mind–
giving movements of a different mind
Vast distance? — no, …a wink!
So much fun.
by Rose
2007
September 1st, 2007
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Two are one, This
present being the reality
past and future the duality
the eternal real
is this
now-moment….
now
(Inspired by a quote from Wei Wu Wei)
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