Pain and peace
Oh my god.. I can hardly move my back is worse than ever and my knees are not doing so well either.. When I took my mum to Detroit the other day I had to climb some stairs and my legs were killing me even ten minutes after I got up there.. Today I was laying on the floor and went to get up.. holy shit I thought my legs were going to snap right off at the knee. Had a nice dinner with my mum.. Kayti and Jeff came by but not for very long. I have been really stressed lately but I am in hopes that it will pass.
A little story for you:
We werejust two women, gone beyond time, our talka shuttle pulling weft across wrap, no beginning, no end to the pattern. The cauldron of plenty in each of us seethes with its ferment, sweet and bitter. The world to be carriedand no plaint made, love to suffer long and be kind, not vaunting, not puffed up, the seed that we carry to be threshed, freed from its crusty husk, the aching question of who we are and for what made, answered only by its echo. The need to stand before the unknown and never ask to know, to take our leave of the world , head high, no matter how hard the parting, and coquerty no whit abated, offer the unassuaging mould an acquiescent lip. Arms crossed, we rock from side to side. Hushing what? OUrselves, perhaps. And again and again she murmurs a word, as counterpoint to her movement.
"What is that you are saying? Tell me."
She rocks and seems to draw it closer, folding the word to her breast.
"A-Wa-Re." She stresses the syllabled as though teaching a child.
"A-Wa-Re. It means, in our tongue, The Pity of Things."
I look at her long and in silence. Then I rise and bow.
"Do you know that what you hace saud is our word 'Aware'?"
She looks at me long and in silence. Then she, too, rises and bows. And at the door bows again. There is nothing to say. We say nothing.
A Zen student came to Bankei and complained: "Master, I have an ungovernable temper. How can I cure it?
"You have something very strange," replied Bankei. "Let me see what you have."
"Just now I can not show it to you," replied the other.
"When can you show it to me?" Asked Bankei.
"It arises unexpectedly," replied the student.
"Then," concluded Bankei, "it must not be your own true nature. If it were, you could show it to me any time. When you were born you did not have it, and your parents did not give it to you. Think that over.
- From Zen flesh,zen bones by Paul Reps
Use direction to govern a country
use indirection to fight a war
use inactiont o rule the worl
how do we know this works
the greater the prohibitions
the poorer the people
the sharper the weapons
the darker the realm
the smarter the scheme
the stranger the outcome
the finer the treasure
the thicker the thieves
A little story for you:
We werejust two women, gone beyond time, our talka shuttle pulling weft across wrap, no beginning, no end to the pattern. The cauldron of plenty in each of us seethes with its ferment, sweet and bitter. The world to be carriedand no plaint made, love to suffer long and be kind, not vaunting, not puffed up, the seed that we carry to be threshed, freed from its crusty husk, the aching question of who we are and for what made, answered only by its echo. The need to stand before the unknown and never ask to know, to take our leave of the world , head high, no matter how hard the parting, and coquerty no whit abated, offer the unassuaging mould an acquiescent lip. Arms crossed, we rock from side to side. Hushing what? OUrselves, perhaps. And again and again she murmurs a word, as counterpoint to her movement.
"What is that you are saying? Tell me."
She rocks and seems to draw it closer, folding the word to her breast.
"A-Wa-Re." She stresses the syllabled as though teaching a child.
"A-Wa-Re. It means, in our tongue, The Pity of Things."
I look at her long and in silence. Then I rise and bow.
"Do you know that what you hace saud is our word 'Aware'?"
She looks at me long and in silence. Then she, too, rises and bows. And at the door bows again. There is nothing to say. We say nothing.
A Zen student came to Bankei and complained: "Master, I have an ungovernable temper. How can I cure it?
"You have something very strange," replied Bankei. "Let me see what you have."
"Just now I can not show it to you," replied the other.
"When can you show it to me?" Asked Bankei.
"It arises unexpectedly," replied the student.
"Then," concluded Bankei, "it must not be your own true nature. If it were, you could show it to me any time. When you were born you did not have it, and your parents did not give it to you. Think that over.
- From Zen flesh,zen bones by Paul Reps
Use direction to govern a country
use indirection to fight a war
use inactiont o rule the worl
how do we know this works
the greater the prohibitions
the poorer the people
the sharper the weapons
the darker the realm
the smarter the scheme
the stranger the outcome
the finer the treasure
the thicker the thieves