a deeper generosity

Forgiveness is one of the really difficult things in life.  
The logic of receiving hurt seems to run in the direction of never forgetting
 either the hurt or the hurter.  When you forgive, some deeper, 
divine generosity takes you over.  When you can forgive, then you are free.  

When you cannot forgive, you are a prisoner of the hurt done to you.  
If you are really disappointed in someone and you become embittered, 
you become incarcerated inside that feeling.  Only the the grace of forgiveness 
can break the straight logic of hurt and embitterment.  It gives you a way out,
 because it places the conflict on a completely different level.  In a strange way,
 it keeps the whole conflict human.  You begin to see and understand the conditions, 
circumstances, or weakness that made the other person act as she did.

...

Why are we so reluctant to leave our inner prisons?  
There is the security of the confinement and limitation that we know.  
We are often willing to endure the searing sense of forsakenness and distance
 which limitation brings rather than risking the
 step out into the field of the unknown. 

~ John O'Donohue

from Eternal Echoes

art by Leah Dorion

of generosity

What is required is a willingness to look 

deeply at one's present moments, 

no matter what they hold, 

in a spirit of generosity,

 kindness towards oneself, 

and openness toward 

what might be possible. 

~ Jon Kabat-Zinn

the happiness of every living thing

 

 

 

What we really want to do is serve happiness.
We want everyone to be happy, never unhappy even for a moment.
We want the animals to be happy. The happiness of every living thing is what we want.
We want it very much but we cannot bring it about.

We cannot make even one individual happy.
It seems that this thing that we want most of all is out of our reach.
But we were born to serve happiness and we do serve it.
The confusion is due to our lack of awareness of real happiness. 

Happiness is pervasive.
It is everywhere. And everywhere the same.
And it is forever.

When people are really happy they say:

 'This will last forever even after death', and that is true.
When we are unhappy it is because something is covering our minds

 and we are not able to be aware of happiness. 

 

When the difficulty is past we find happiness again.
It is not that happiness is all around us. That is not it at all.
It is not this or that or in this or that.

It is an abstract thing.
Happiness is unattached. Always the same.

 It does not appear and disappear.

 It is not sometimes more and sometimes less.

 It is our awareness of happiness that goes up and down.
Happiness is our real condition.
It is reality.
It is life.
…
When we see life we call it beauty. It is magnificent - wonderful.
We may be looking at the ocean when we are aware of beauty

 but it is not the ocean. We may be in the desert and we say

 that we are aware of the 'living desert' but it is not the desert.

Life is ever present in the desert and everywhere, forever.
By awareness of life we are inspired to live.

Life is consciousness of life itself.





~ Agnes Martin
from Agnes Martin, Paintings, Writings, Remembrances 

by Arne Glimcherersity 

 

 prepared for a lecture at the Univ of New

 Mexico, Santa Fe 1979

 

art by van gogh

with thanks to being silently drawn

 

 

on loving-kindness

 

 

He who is skilled in good, and wishes to
attain that state of Peace, should act thus:
he should be able, upright, perfectly upright,
amenable to corrections, gentle and humble.

He should be contented, easy to support,
unbusy, simple in livelihood,
with senses controlled, discreet,
not impudent, and not greedily attached to families.

He would not commit any slight misdeeds
that other wise men might find fault in him.
May all beings be well and safe,
may their hearts rejoice.

Whatever beings there are —
weak or strong, long or short,
big, medium-sized or small, subtle or gross,

Those visible or invisible,
residing near or far, those that have come to be
or have yet to come, (without exceptions)
may all beings be joyful.

Let one not deceive nor despise
another person, anywhere at all.
In anger and ill-will,
let him not wish any harm to another.

Just as a mother would protect her
only child with her own life,
even so, let him cultivate boundless thoughts
of loving kindness towards all beings.

Let him cultivate boundless thoughts
of loving kindness towards the whole world —
above, below and all around,
unobstructed, free from hatred and enmity.

Whether standing, walking, seated
or lying down, as long as he is awake,
he should develop this mindfulness.
This they say, is the divine abiding here.

Not erroneous with views,
endowed with virtues and insight,
with sensual desires abandoned,
he would come no more to be conceived in a womb.

 

~ the Buddha

 Metta Sutta

photo by Michael Marcoux

 

milkweed

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While I stood here, in the open, lost in myself,
I must have looked a long time
Down the corn rows, beyond grass,
The small house.
White walls, animals lumbering toward the barn.
I look down now. It is all changed.
Whatever it was I lost, whatever I wept for
Was a wild, gentle thing, the small dark eyes
Loving me in secret.
It is here. At the touch of my hand,
The air fills with delicate creatures
From the other world.


~ James Wright

a blessing

Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota, 

Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass. 

And the eyes of those two Indian ponies 

Darken with kindness. 

They have come gladly out of the willows 

To welcome my friend and me. 

We step over the barbed wire into the pasture 

Where they have been grazing all day, alone. 

They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness 

That we have come. 

They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other. 

There is no loneliness like theirs. 

At home once more, 

They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness. 

I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms, 

For she has walked over to me 

And nuzzled my left hand. 

She is black and white, 

Her mane falls wild on her forehead, 

And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear 

That is delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist. 

Suddenly I realize 

That if I stepped out of my body I would break 

Into blossom.

~ James Wright

from Above the River

today's stupidity

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Natural, reckless, correct skill;

Yesterday's clarity is today's stupidity

The universe has dark and light, entrust oneself to change

One time, shade the eyes and gaze afar at the road of heaven.

~ Ikkyu

from Ikkyū and The Crazy Cloud Anthology : A Zen Poet of Medieval Japan 

by Sonja Arntzen

with thanks to crow with no mouth

any road

its logical; if you're not going anywhere

any road is the right one 

~ Ikkyu Sojun (1394 -1481)

.

he was known his teaching and for his erotic poems and revolutionary shakuhachi music. 

he founded what became known as the "Red Thread," or erotic school of Zen.

the iron grinder

 

 

 

 

They were like two mirrors facing each other.

Who sees, who is seen?

Seeing each other like this,
they experienced the recognition everyone craves -
to be seen exactly as we are,

nothing more,

and nothing less.

Seen like this,

all the many forms in the world
are the same
as one's own hand,

one's own face.




~ Liu Tiemo
from Women of the Way
by Sallie Tisdale

with thanks to being silently drawn

 

 

what is brought into being?

 

 

 

What is it that we are creating together?

 
We exchange a few words and a presence is born. 

 
We pass in the street for a fleeting instant,
and something new comes into being. 

 
Sitting across the table together, a guest arrives.

 
What guest has been invited to join us? 

 
What is brought into being? 

 

 

 

 
– Shanti Natania Grace

 from The Intrinsic Heart

 

 

judge like a king, and choose the purest

 

God has given us a dark wine so potent that,
drinking it, we leave the two worlds. 

 
God has put into the form of hashish a power
to deliver the taster from self-consciousness. 

 
God has made sleep so
that it erases every thought. 

 
God made Majnun love Layla so much that
just her dog would cause confusion in him. 

 
There are thousands of wines
that can take over our minds.
Don’t think all ecstasies
are the same!

 
Jesus was lost in his love for God.
His donkey was drunk with barley. 

 
Drink from the presence of saints,
not from those other jars. 

 
Every object, every being,
is a jar full of delight.
Be a connoisseur,
and taste with caution. 

 
Any wine will get you high.
Judge like a king, and choose the purest,
the ones unadulterated with fear,
or some urgency about “what’s needed.” 

 
Drink the wine that moves you
as a camel moves when it’s been untied,
and is just ambling about. 

 

 

 

 

~ Rumi
Translated by Coleman Barks
from The Essential Rumi