Monthly Archives: August 2015

Autumn

The end of summer comes slowly Mist shades the morning sun Leaves carpet the forest floor. Mushrooms blossom Strange fruits of hidden threads The fascination of colourful form. Lizards still sun themselves But snakes pass by at night With thoughts … Continue reading

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Blackberry and apple jam

So 4kg of blackberry and apple jam from 8 hours of collecting, preparing and bottling. In this modern world a complete waste of time – I could have worked for the minimum wage and bought far more weight of jam … Continue reading

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Teaching Meditation?

I suppose that it must be stated unequivocably that it no longer has anything to do with knowledge but with understanding. As one who has been involved in teaching for some years, this provides a conundrum, perhaps even a paradox. … Continue reading

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Responding to the Call

I am trying to open up the expression of reality, perfectly clear that such an expression of pure experience cannot be said. It is not merely from a contrary character. Although living alone in a mountain forest might militate against … Continue reading

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This morning

Strange to look out upon the rising sun, expecting to see the great red ball cresting the flat horizon of the sea, but instead the grey mountains of mist set the backdrop to this dawn. Several hundred metres above the … Continue reading

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When present contains all future

This sharp light rests the day from slumber, Setting leaves afire upon the soft breeze Stirring chthonic forces up from the earth Sparking thoughts bewildered by wonder. The great mountain chain bows low Received into the still silvered sea Supported … Continue reading

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This Tangled Flow

This tangled flow So many streams It is full. The wind bends Carves tree and rock Smoothing the way. Sharp light From the sky The earth shines. A single loose leaf Twisting ambre Silently speaking autumn. Wholeness all hale Hallowed … Continue reading

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Finding out

I shall be away for the next 10 days or so. I can already feel regret at not being present at the continuing unfolding of this place. But who knows, also, just what might arise in my journeying? A cicada … Continue reading

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Some thoughts from Santoka’s notebooks

July 20,1932. People view all things, all events in terms of what they value in life, with that as their standard. I look at everything through the eyes of sake. Gazing far off at a mountain, I think how I’d … Continue reading

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Light Struck

Light struck Moving up Continuously. The evening sun Gathers distant buildings Close they shine. Last lustre lost The great rock Sees out the day. The woven rhythm Binds all things Nothing is lost. I can hear it On the wind … Continue reading

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