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How is it I can love You
     within me,
     yet see You from afar?

How is it I embrace You
     within myself,
     yet see You spread across the heavens?

You know. You alone.
     You, who made this mystery,
     You who shine
like the sun in my breast,
     You who shine
     in my material heart,
          immaterially.


-- from The Longing in Between: Sacred Poetry from Around the World (A Poetry Chaikhana Anthology), Edited by Ivan M. Granger
Poetry Chaikhana | Symeon the New Theologian - How is it I can love You

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Love came and emptied me of self,
every vein and every pore,
made into a container to be filled by the Beloved.
Of me, only a name is left,
the rest is You my Friend, my Beloved.


-- from The Longing in Between: Sacred Poetry from Around the World (A Poetry Chaikhana Anthology), Edited by Ivan M. Granger
Poetry Chaikhana | Abu-Said Abil-Kheir - Love came and emptied me of self

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When My Death Comes I

I want a little piece of my body, my heart perhaps, buried by my wife's grave in Shelly, and the rest of it turned to compost to nourish some forest or garden somewhere. Read more...Collapse )

With Apologies to Yunus Emre

Reality is an ocean; Appearance is a ship.
Many have never left the ship,
never jumped into the sea.

They might have come to live
but they stopped at existence.
They never knew or entered the Inside.

(Original here
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One of six verses composed in An'yoin Temple in Fukakusa, 1230:

by Eihei Dogen

English version by Steven Heine
Original Language Japanese

Drifting pitifully in the whirlwind of birth and death,
As if wandering in a dream,
In the midst of illusion I awaken to the true path;
There is one more matter I must not neglect,
But I need not bother now,
As I listen to the sound of the evening rain
Falling on the roof of my temple retreat
In the deep grass of Fukakusa.


-- from The Zen Poetry of Dogen: Verses from the Mountain of Eternal Peace, by Stev
Poetry Chaikhana | Eihei Dogen - One of six verses composed in An'yoin Temple in Fukakusa, 1230:
True person manifest throughout the ten quarters of the world

by Eihei Dogen

English version by Steven Heine
Original Language Japanese

The true person is
Not anyone in particular;
But, like the deep blue color
Of the limitless sky,
It is everyone, everywhere in the world.


-- from The Zen Poetry of Dogen: Verses from the Mountain of Eternal Peace, by Steven Heine

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Where I wander -- You!

by Levi Yitzchak of Berditchov
English version by Perle Besserman

Where I wander -- You!
Where I ponder -- You!
Only You everywhere, You, always You.
You, You, You.
When I am gladdened -- You!
And when I am saddened -- You!
Only You, everywhere You!
You, You, You.
Sky is You!
Earth is You!
You above! You below!
In every trend, at every end,
Only You, everywhere You!


-- from The Way of the Jewish Mystics, Edited by Perle Besserman






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It has been a while since i updated this journal.  I need to keep betteer track of what is going on in my life.  I can't, right now, dignify those happenings with the word "journey."  Spiritually i am becoming negligent and indifferent, and i don't like that.  I want to lose my self, but i don't want that to happen through negligence.  I need to remind myself that failure to grow spiritual is equal to shrinkage.

Healthwise, i am holding up p[retty good.  I have been getting something that feels like the one day flu about every other day (and Winter is still more than two weeks away.)  One day i am energetic, the next i am dragging my butt (or not.)  Today is a good day.

I wrecked my car a few weeks back by ramming it into the rear of a stalled trailer.  The insurance company totaled it and i bought a new car two days ago, a pretty (grey) little 2015 Fiesta.  There was no drivers manual and i am still trying to figure out the most basic thinks (like how to work the lights, the defroster and the windshield wipers.  I have also learned that with my diminishing eyesight, i should not be driving any car after dark.  So i'm having dinner with about sixty friends on Saturday and at 4pm i excuse myself so i can get home before dark.  But, as is often the case, i was slow on the uptake and i am still five miles from home when it becomes pitch black night.  I cannot see the lane dividers and (i later find out) my lights are not on.  So i am weaving all over the road, being a menace, and scaring the daylights out half the drivers on the road with  me.  So the police catch up with me and revoke my driving license.  Bus servuce in this town is terrible. so i will be taking a lot of taxi rides until i figure out what to do for reliable transportation.  I am not ready to stop living and i live in a place where living includes driving.

I am also assuming a role i never wamted and never thought i  would have -- landlord.  A relative who has a history of homelessness, has been evicted from the house he has been living in for the  last ten years or so,  I have agreed to buy a house and rent it to this relative and a friend at a price they can afford.  I sign the final papers and make the down payment tomorrow afternoon.  I could not believe the amount of red tape one must cut through to buy a house today--less than 20 years after purching the house i live in.

Anyone following the sage of "M" may be happy to learn that we remain in almost daily contact throughj social media and that i am expecting an actual letter from her in the not too distant future.  She has had a more interesting and productive life (in my opinion) than my own.

I am still much involved in my 12 Step program hqwever stagnant i currently am in the spiritual aspects of it.  I am somewhat stuck in the ninth step.  It has been difficult to find people still alive who will acknowledge that i have harmed them.

Love and peace to everybody.

Unison Benediction. By Mary Sarton

 
Return to the most human,
nothing less will nourish the torn spirit,
the bewildered heart,
the angry mind:
and from the ultimate duress,
pierced with the breath of anguish,
speak of love.

Return, return to the deep sources,
nothing less will teach the stiff hands a new way to serve,
to carve into our lives the forms of tenderness
and still that ancient necessary pain preserve.

Return to the most human,
nothing less will teach the angry spirit,
the bewildered heart;
the torn mind,
to accept the whole of its duress,
and pierced with anguish...
at last, act for love.


-- from May Sarton, Collected Poems, 1930-1993, by
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