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    Editor: Christiana Home: http://nonduality.com/hlhome.htm ... Compassionate silence from ZenPearl@yahoogroups.com Wolfgang from a talk given at a retreat in
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      Editor: Christiana

      Compassionate silence from ZenPearl@yahoogroups.com

      Wolfgang from a talk given at a retreat in Tiltenberg,
      Holland 1996
      Last year at a retreat in Austria I wrote that an "informal talk"
      would be included in our sesshin schedule. The group
      gathered around the tea-table expecting we would sit there
      sipping tea and have a chat. Meanwhile, I was left sitting in
      the Zendo alone. Next time I won't write "informal talk" again.
      When wind arises, silence gets lost; when wind turns to gale
      the waves splash into our consciousness, and when it
      abates they disappear again. But the sea will remain the
      same, be there calm or gale; we've only got to find it.
      But when you are there, simply being there isn't quite
      enough: You ought to invite people, meet them, and guide
      them (that is, without doing anything). And you had better
      guide them a way they are able to walk.

      Genyru offers Stephen Levine 
      Opening to and work with the dying
      'The content of our life and their life might be different, just as
      the content of our mind and another person's mind is
      different, but the process is precisely the same. The natural
      laws governing cause and effect and the laws governing how
      the mind and body relate are precisely the same. And it's
      that sameness that is the way into understanding, the way
      not to get caught in content, our content or their content. In
      fact, it is on the level of that sameness where contact can be
      Buddha said that fortune changes like the swish of a horse's
      tail. Two beings are in that room and they're there karmically.
      One is down and heading out of this life, the other one's
      there because there's nowhere else he can be of more use
      to himself or someone else. We both have work to do on
      ourselves. If we're in that room under any other pretext, we're
      not getting the most out of the situation. It's the same
      whatever we're doing; it's just more evident when we're with
      ourself dying...
      The attachment which wants someone to die some other
      way than the way they are dying is of no use to them; that's
      my problem. I learned not to make someone else die my
      death for me. Not bringing my problems into the room
      became the process for further purification. Sometimes if I'm
      with a person and I'm stuck, I just have to say, "I''m stuck
      now," but that's more honesty than that person may
      experience all day. There's a lot of pretense in hospital
      rooms. The person lying in bed is often pretending, the
      people visiting are pretending. My work in that room is
      simply one of being. No pretense. And to be, I must be
      present. I have to be able to accept all of myself. And part of
      me is suffering and lying in that bed. In truth there are two
      deaths occurring right then.
      I found that compassion meant not saying, "Oh, how nice you
      look today," when they were getting grayer and thinner, but
      rather letting them be sick when they were sick. Letting them
      accept themselves. Not to reinforce their aversion for their
      sickness because their sickness is what they have to work
      with. It's their method.
      I saw how much we underrate the capacity of the human
      heart, how we think we can only be of service through
      knowing something. But the intuitive understanding of the
      wisdom mind can allow us to be available to another without
      gettting lost in a lot of "doing". We're just there, because
      we're open to be there."
      There's a Zen saying that you may have come across that
      goes something like, "In speech you hear it's silence. In
      silence you hear it speak." Some get attached to one or the
      other because they have yet to experience speech in silence
      and silence in speech.
      As for my Buddhist name, the G is hard and the rest is
      reeoo, though I'm not bothered how it's pronounced. :o)
      "What does it mean?"
      It means subtle, mysterious, or ungraspable Dragon. I
      suspect my teacher's meaning was, "This guy will never get
      it." :o)
      "I saw your pictures in the files. I like the black silk (?) gown.
      What does it mean? If it could speak .. what would it say:-) Is
      there significance with the black?"
      The robes are the standard robes of a Soto Zen monk. The
      black is used to signify on one level that by becoming
      ordained as a priest, one is allowing the self to die, to go
      back to zero, the void as it were. It's also somewhat easier
      to keep clean. :o)
      Wim Boorsboom 
      "Once a while back I was seeing a transpersonal therapist.
      He told me he saw the ego more as wounded child, then as
      something to destroy."
      And when we get just to a certain point, just prior to when our
      first wounding took place, we find the source of our original
      bliss again... it may be tentative and fragile... but anybody
      who gets touched to tears will find that spot again and
      eventually grow up from there again...
      Ah that the sweet spot... Most will find it around the heart,
      many a little higher up, the spot in the chest from which the
      sobbing starts. Some will find it in the throat... There are
      more spots like these, but these are easiest to localize...
      Look for that sweetness...and find out what was it exactly that
      touched you to tears, what exactly were you looking at, what
      did remind you to remember when you got touched, what
      brought you so close to your original self?

      Mazie Lane
      Here's an interesting exercise - Stop and think of one person
      whom you think you Love above and more deeply than
      others. Then take the Love that spontaneously arises with
      this thought and transfer it to the one who disturbs and
      scatters your peace the most. Before the negative image of
      disharmony can arise with the thought of this person, the
      Love has struck its mark in the Heart. Let the river go Home
      to the Heart, and let it remain their until it's the Mighty
      Oceanic Presence.

      Joyce Wycoff
      Your Own Backyard
      Red flagstone:
      Stacked, jagged-edged wafers
      Sitting Zen, becoming without effort.
      Go on an exploration of your own backyard. This could
      literally be your backyard or it could be your neighborhood or
      a park in your community. Walk slowly and quietly around
      your backyard ... let yourself gradually absorb everything
      about it.
      Notice how you feel as you walk into your backyard. Is it
      quiet and peaceful or lively and stimulating? Does it feel right
      to you?
      Notice what's growing in your backyard. What needs
      attention and what needs to be moved or removed? If you
      could change one thing, what would it be? What feels
      absolutely right?
      At the end of the day, think about what you discovered about
      your backyard and yourself?

      So, even silence is a story.
      Experiencing silence is to embody all sounds ...
      To be empty is to be full of infinite stories ...
      The mind is how an image is given meaning, given a place
      to be apprehended, and is the apprehendor, the one to
      whom the image is relevant.
      Yet, there is no mind apart from the image, the image
      requires the mind, requires meaning, requires a place to be
      So, the free mind can only be mindless, in which
      image/experience is clearly nowhere, without intrinsic
      meaning, only with interdependent meaning.
      We are the play of light, a light with no meaning, hence no
      story, making all stories. A light including darkness, allowing
      all stories to weave themselves.
      So, I would say it makes light of our dialogue, and our
      stories, rather than it makes our dialogue and stories wrong.
      They could only be wrong if one assumed there were
      supposed to be some kind of validity being established. We
      must make light of our heaviness, unwind our woundedness.
      We have no choice, because this choiceless *(non)being*
      naturally undoes everything being held or contained.
      When the container is the contained, it can't help but release

      Refracted voices overheard on 
      Jan Sultan
      I don't know
      "I don't know" will get you places.
      "I know" will only get you what you know.
      Which will most likely be another stale hearsay.

      Open minds, open hearts and empty cups ...

      Be an unblocked flute ...
      and God will play beautiful melodies through you.

      John Metzger presents Brother Void
      Salon presents columnist Brother Void --
      seeker, sufferer, sage -- who each week offers readers one
      of his "afflictions," bitter pills of dark truth and painfully
      hard-won wisdom inspired by the works of Kafka, Nietzsche
      and others.
      The skeptical mystic's crisis of doubt
      "It takes faith to believe, and it takes courage not to, and who
      is to say which is the deeper and more truthful." -- Herbert
      You often hear about believers who have a crisis of faith, but
      what of the skeptics among us who have a crisis of doubt?
      For years we skeptics have decisively refuted the
      metaphysical claims of the great religions and scoffed at the
      pretensions of newfangled spiritual fashions. But then our
      doubts are suddenly shaken by an unbidden mystical
      experience. The power of this direct cognition of ultimate
      reality, beyond word or image, is undeniable. But does it
      prove the existence of God? If you remain skeptical, you find
      yourself in a difficult state. You now seriously doubt your
      doubt and yet have no abiding faith to replace it. How do you
      proceed? You can no longer be atheistic because you've
      communed with the divine. You can't be religious because
      the existence of God is still in question; what's more,
      religious representations of God now get in the way of your
      direct mystical experience. Nor can you be agnostic
      because you're far from neutral on the subject. You must
      become a skeptical mystic. As you cut your own singular
      path to the great whatever, you must now treat your own
      experiences with the relentless skepticism you once
      reserved for the claims of others.
      I am One with a God I do not believe in.

      Adventures at Rasa Ranch #29
      8/02/02 "Breaking the Spell"
      Jim: Hey! What's he barking at now?
      Ananda: Bodhi is barking at nothing again. He has been
      doing that all day!
      Kheyala: Do you know who else has been doing that all day?
      Ananda: Who?
      Kheyala: Your mom.
      [All three of us laugh and a spell of grumpiness is broken]

      Wry crafty food for thought from the Onion http://onion.com
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