open book of books randomly to this: "...
all things tremble before violence
all fear death.
all love life.
simple statements, but with great meaning.
all beings tremble with violence.
Even unconscious animals tremble before violence. Even though you may not make them in any way alert that they are being killed-but still, before a sheep is killed, it trembles. Now the scientists have discovered that the same is true about trees. When the woodcutter comes into the garden or into the forest, the trees tremble.
Now there are sophisticated instruments to note down the trembling of the heart of the tree-like cardiograms, which graph what is happening inside of the tree. Even the entry of the woodcutter in the forest ... he has not said anything, he has not cut a single branch of the tree, but the trembling arises as if some intuitive source makes the tree alert.
And scientists have watched a miracle: the same woodcutter with his axe on his shoulder may move from the forest ... If he has not cut any tree, if he is just passing by the way going to some other place, no tree trembles. It seems as if the intention of the woodcutter-just the intention-not any act is being relayed, broadcasted to the trees ...
And one thing more they have observed: you may not cut the tree; a hunter may come & kill a tiger-but all the trees surrounding the place tremble. Even the death of the tiger is enough to make them sad, to make them afraid.
What scientists have become just now aware, within these trees, four years, the mystics have been aware for centuries.
Buddha says:
all beings tremble before violence.
~ bhagwan shree ragneesh (osho)
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don’t worry r. i’m not becoming a buddhist ... more occultist, feminist, hermit, dancing, taoist freak (not sure which is worse.)
it’s all yin and yang these days, and qi !!(relationship of two/more things)
i spent the weekend making soups & going to bed early & waking up with the sun & extravagant trips to the co-op food store &
walks to the farmers market & sitting in the sun & dreadlocks drummed & danced & juggled.
so many teachers. i’m sitting on my swiss ball in class & thanking what brings me here,
we’re learning about the functions of shen (kidney) and the jing (our essence, stored in shen)
it makes perfect sense. it’s like having my dna (or my jing) read to me. & i’m taking notes.
on the weekend we meet at deirdre’s little farmhouse, beautiful back yard & tree house,
& we have brunch:
zucchini pancakes, coconut rice pudding, muffins, green tea (in d.’s teacup collection).
we studied around the circle & talked about life things in between meridians.
i said, something nicole & i realized. we’re all freaks. we’re all the ones that don’t fit in anywhere else.
but now we have this whole class. & we all feel good & accepted. & no one has to change who they are,
cause there are no norms ... we’re just a band of weirdoes. [to which the round table of women,
laughed with glee, smiling, wrinkling noses, that’s true!]
there’s a house out in winlaw sean, jacquie & dan are going to live in.
maybe b. & i will go there too. maybe not.
{i’m looking for a 4x4 for under two thousand. subaru or tercel. }
all this talk about the house. and the cats & the firewood & the drive drive drive-
the relationship of two/more things is plentiful right now. can’t decide if it’s good or bad.
what i know: the house is the house i’d like to live in
when i settle myself in somewhere. & i want to settle
myself in there for this winter. but,
don’t know: how the qi of us 5 would work.
what it would be like to: rise at 6am, drive down
the 2km driveway in deep slow snow, along the slocan valley,
through the junction, over the bridge (over kootenay river)
into town, park, scamper
into the old school building,
remove my baffins & put on something more comfortable
& so begin another day of school. don’t know.
but yesterday i saw s. & j. at the co-op. we talked a little.
i’m trying to honestly state where i am right now ... as much
as i understand of where i am right now. standing in the personal care aisle
with s. holding two types of soap in my hands,
& smelling each of them.
i made sushi last night. & then we went out to the little cove & burnt carpentry leftovers. the sawdust sparkled in the air,
we ate smokies. & listed all the words we could think of beginning with “A” and then “V”.
V words are very vengeful & voluptuous...