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the Bodhisattva set out / for the Seat of Awakening

18 Tuesday Jun 2019

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2019, 7*, Arya Lalitavistara, Bodhisattva, Buddha, calm, dark, demon, earth, echo, elephant, food, ground, happiness, light, lion, lotus, mindfulness, mountain, omniscient, past life, path, plateau, power, river, samsara, spontaneity, stars, step, three poisons, Tree of Awakening, view, walking, wheel

                so he bathed in the Nairañjanā,
                he ate the food, his strength

                returned, and he began the walk
                toward the Great Tree; he walked

                with easy gait, grounded
                as a mountain, each step gained

                and graceful with no fight, dream
                or idea; the placement pad of a lion,

                the calliper-swing of an elephant,
                a stride that touched not the earth

                but left perfect wheels
                upon the ground, a step that echoed

                across the plateau, a step that
                levelled mountain paths, each step

                that lead to happy lands,
                each step sprung from past lotuses

                of love and stable intention,
                that rendered demons powerless

                that calmed all view, that evanesced
                the darkness and stopped the

                endless endless rounds; his
                walk outshone the distant stars,

                his walk becalmed the rulers;
                the walk spontaneous, the walk

                omniscient, the walk mindful
                of every ancient step, with such a gait

                the Bodhisattva set out
                for the Seat of Awakening

 

from the Arya Lalita Vistara Nama Mahayana Sutra – the life story of the Buddha – originally using the words from the translation by the Dharmachakra Translation 84000 Committee which is freely available online here (for which thank you, thank you) and then other words once my gaze had settled into the image; the ‘Nairañjanā’ is the river by which the Buddha practised his austerities, the ‘food’ was that given to him by Sujata

 

 

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Buddha wormhole: Sujātā
echo wormhole: so, how long is, a piece of string?
light wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – Sky
path wormhole: alabaster balustrade
power wormhole: in turgid reflection
river wormhole: Great Bridge, Rouen, 1896
stars wormhole: 11/1 by William Carlos Williams
walking wormhole: Valentine’s Day 2019

 

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lesson from watching two crane flies work the evening / skating across the panes flying and pushing legs grappling / the glass crossing repulsive over themselves and clinging akimbo / for a rest until lifeless just to get their stickly bodies through to the light

06 Tuesday Jun 2017

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2013, 7*, apple tree, awareness, being, blue, breeze, Castleton, death, doing, eggs, evening, feeling, feet, flying, glass, holiday, kitchen, leaves, life, light, living, mindfulness, placement, table, warp, weft

                lesson from watching two crane flies work the evening
                skating across the panes flying and pushing legs grappling
                the glass crossing repulsive over themselves and clinging akimbo
                for a rest until lifeless just to get their stickly bodies through to the light

                                it is so sweet and simple
                                what I have to do: the keep
                                of mind on what I do the
                                turning of the lens until
                                what I am and what I do
                                are so clear and resplendent
                                that I can see each thread
                                of the warp and weft of the
                                blue gingham cloth hanging
                                over the edge of the wicker
                                basket holding speckless-
                                shaped eggs four to welcome
                                us to the holiday cottage

                back to Castleton two years on, cool feet on the fresh-laid flooring
                fresh breeze through the leaves of the apple tree
                but the drop-leaf table in the kitchen
                is mine all mine

 

 

 

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awareness wormhole: redundant
being wormhole: too much in arrival
blue wormhole: ssreet chak-chak
breeze wormhole: in the / Citadel / Park / a leaf / new / ly fell
Castleton wormhole: on the raised patio reading Plath
death & life wormhole: stone
doing wormhole: prelude: // travel
evening wormhole: south horizon
feet wormhole: six paramitas
glass wormhole: Salisbury Cathedral // suspended in everything
holiday wormhole: holiday
kitchen wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – snow
leaves wormhole: monument to vainglory
living wormhole: wasted –
table wormhole: retirement

 

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while walking

21 Thursday Apr 2016

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2011, awareness, beauty, being, breathing, doing, mindfulness, now, persimmons, smile, thought, walking

 

 

 

                                              while walking

                                stop
                and breathe the beauty
                                stop
                and smile at the thought

 


“Six Persimmons”, Mu Qi (Fa-Chang); Ink painting, 13th Century on paper

 

 

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awareness wormhole: tong len / the inauguration of another – timely – butter fly effect / taking and giving
beauty wormhole: 1964
being wormhole: 1968
breathing wormhole: dear clown’s face
doing wormhole: dash
smile wormhole: a little bit of love / and muffle
thought wormhole: my // shell – poewieview #19
walking wormhole: Doctor Strange I – the trashcan tilted the better to see now the street

 

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rather

22 Monday Jun 2015

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2013, 7*, being, doing, happenstance, importance, Mahayana, mindfulness, pocket

                                things to do are
                                neither important or
                                not important in themselves

                                other than what we load them with
                                uneven and leaning to one side turning
                                in eventual excuse-me circles but never due west

                                rather

                                anything to be done is
                                the only thing happening
                                where the hand has slipped

                                deep into the pocket where
                                nothing is done and stays precisely
                                where it is but reaches effortlessly everywhere

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

being wormhole: start where / you are II
doing wormhole: nothing // matters

 

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a light rosé

28 Friday Nov 2014

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2013, 4*, attention, awareness, books, dark, flowers, glass, lamp, mindfulness, net curtains, practice, reading, red

 

 

 

                                              the practice
                                of reading about
                mindfulness
                                in a book        I paused and looked up
                                and noticed the wine-red net curtains
                with sequined flowers floating awry
                                before the smooth-dark glass
                                              all lit from behind me by the single standing lamp
                                with which to read –

                                              a light rosé
                                              when thirsty

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

attention & practice wormhole: – sigh! –
awareness wormhole: a gift
books wormhole: letters to Mum V – carrying on in duty and love
glass wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich 121114
net curtains wormhole: oh-pen
reading wormhole: Jean Miller kissed Salinger
red wormhole: whirlpool

 

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