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2012, 8*, awareness, being, blue, breathing, cream, life, LoJong, meadow, settling, sitting, time, tonglen, trees, walls, white
‘… begin the sequence of taking from your own side’
may all the wans and wishes of my life, the minutes that feel like hours ticking slowly across the whitewashed wall, the sit – u – a – tion that became my in-breath
for decades
all be gathered
without blink or
extra breath
gently
stable and
allowing
into the corner of the tile
three feet in front of me
and if it ripples like cream
or becomes a tree-lined meadow
by a small blue stream without
ceasing to be a tile
may these all be gathered
too
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
awareness & being & settling wormhole: zazen
blue & white wormhole: red net curtains / with appliqué blooms
breathing wormhole: practise what you doing / give what you having / breathe what you remember
life & sitting & trees & walls wormhole: zazen in everyday life
time wormhole: … the discipline of shamatha / and the waft of vipashyana
I really love this poem, the rhythm,
the mteaphoric appearance of time.
The gathering of consciousness.
I feel like sitting on a childrens swing when my lips perform your words. inspiring!
Whish you the best,
be blessed
Wih best regards:
Silvia
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how lovely that you gathered into it – thank you;
can you paint while on a swing?
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oh, I never tried to paint on a swing…
I could paint a swing, no doubt… 🙂
What about you, a swing and writing?
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OK: no; but I sometimes swing while I write; and I know you swing while you paint – those quinces, those right-angled perspectives
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Beautiful. And may it all gather us.
Be well~
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I’m working on it but it will take a l o n g long time I fear
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