#4871 - Thursday, March 21, 2013 - Editor:
She turned to the sunlight
her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
~A.A. Milne, When We Were Very
via Aile Shebar on Facebook
Yas,ar Koç Photography
"The Great Work...is to carry out the
transition from a period of human
devastation of the Earth to a period when
humans would be present to the
planet in a mutually beneficial manner.
The deepest cause ...of the present
devastation is found in a mode of
consciousness that has established a
radical discontinuity between the human
and other modes of being and the
bestowal of all rights on the humans.
All human activities, professions,
programs, and institutions must henceforth be
judged primarily by the extent
to which they inhibit, ignore, or foster a
mutually enhancing human/Earth
~Thomas Berry, cultural historian and
I remember when I first arrived at my teacher Ajahn Chahs
looked at me and said, I hope youre not afraid of
suffering. I replied, What
do you mean? I came here to meditate and find
inner peace and happiness. He
explained, There are two kinds of suffering,
the suffering we run from
because we are unwilling to face the truth of
life, and the suffering that comes
when were willing to stop running from
the sorrows and difficulties of the
world. The second kind of suffering will
lead you to freedom.
(Bringing Home the Dharma).
~ Jack Kornfeld
The ancient masters were subtle,
mysterious, profound, responsive.
The depth of their knowledge is
Because it is unfathomable,
All we can do is describe their
Watchful, like men crossing a winter stream.
Alert, like men
aware of danger.
Courteous, like visiting guests.
Yielding, like ice about
Simple, like the uncarved blocks of wood.
Opaque, like muddy pools.
Who can wait quietly while the mud
Who can remain still until the moment of action?
Observers of the
Tao do not seek fulfillment.
Not seeking fulfillment, they are not swayed by
desire for change.
via Along The Way
tagaid anseo chun
damhsa a dhéanamh -
they come here to dance
the Other Ones
Text: Gabriel Rosenstock
Twenty four black and white infrared
photographs by Ron Rosenstock
with accompanying Haiku by the Irish Poet,
Gabriel Rosenstock, in
English and Irish with translations into Spanish by
Francisco X. Alarcon
and Japanese by Mariko Sumikura