Sunday
I am embedded within the ongoing unknown.
Though living seems actual, though there are other beings everywhere and we are never really alone, though this was always so, now that it's manifest, it feels deeply isolating.
The Buddha taught that every thing is impermanent, fleeting and that nothing has a lasting form. Dreams, once we've woken up, are also fleeting, formless and intangible.
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"For all we know, we may never meet again"
~*~
Monday
"Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve;
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.”
"Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve;
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.”
(from 'The Tempest' by Shakespeare)
~*~
Tuesday
Two photographs shot during a brief walk about late Monday evening. I stayed off the Web and puttered about in between naps all day.
Almost all the newer residents in my building have left town and the silence is both wonderful and disturbing. Even my Zendo is closed for the duration and we do not know what that duration will be.
'Months' is the newest projection.
Such a perfect storm of disrupted events:
our elections, the census and the collapsing economic scene.
~*~
Wednesday
Daffodils bloom in tree wells around Gramercy Park,
sheltering in place in the dark
~*~
~*~
Tuesday
Two photographs shot during a brief walk about late Monday evening. I stayed off the Web and puttered about in between naps all day.
Almost all the newer residents in my building have left town and the silence is both wonderful and disturbing. Even my Zendo is closed for the duration and we do not know what that duration will be.
'Months' is the newest projection.
Such a perfect storm of disrupted events:
our elections, the census and the collapsing economic scene.
~*~
Wednesday
Daffodils bloom in tree wells around Gramercy Park,
sheltering in place in the dark
~*~
2 comments:
"Earth laughs in flowers"
Ralph Waldo Emerson
am using this time for research and development
namaste
Though it makes all the sense in the world, I’m sorry your zendo is closed.
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