August 12, 2009
- snow piled high in a silver bowl -
no separation. feel that with the body, with the nervous system.
any “thing” or “self” that comes out of a separation or a delay is false, simply a reaction to the memory of a hologram. this is samsara, dust and sparks kicked up by the squeaky wheels of dukkha. and samsara exists within nirvana. the apparent is within the real.
self meets all things like two arrows in mid-air, that is, perfectly. in truth all are one. I do not act, it acts. ask what it is, and it is given to you.
making this leap, thoughts become ghosts that hover around the ever present union (bliss), lights to guide its path, flowers unfolding in its footsteps.
As Master Dogen says:
The experiencing of the manifold dharmas (forms) through using oneself is delusion; the experiencing of oneself through the coming of the manifold dharmas (forms) is Satori.
Comment by Ian — August 12, 2009 @ 3:25 pm
Hey Dude,
I’m in the Yukon. Been eating moose meat and pickled salmon, with saints and smoking weed and drinking beer with the sinners. Beautiful wild country. I’ll have traveled 2,400 miles when I’m done.
Ted
Comment by Ted — August 27, 2009 @ 3:24 pm
Ted, that is beautiful. Sounds like you’re really living. I’m happy for you man. Best of luck, and let us know how it went, once it’s all been said, done, eaten, smoked, and drunk.
Comment by Ian — August 27, 2009 @ 10:17 pm
Definitely! I think next time someone offers weed and beer on an empty stomach I will have to turn it down for a change though. Ha Ha!
Comment by Ted — August 27, 2009 @ 10:31 pm