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Friday, December 13, 2002

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  • Gloria Lee
    . . . . photo by Lee Love Snow in Mashiko, Japan This is a photo I took today. It is of Kay (Sensei s grandson) taking dishes Sensei just decorated to have
    Message 1 of 1 , Dec 14, 2002
      photo by Lee Love "Snow in Mashiko, Japan"

      This is a photo I took today. It is of Kay (Sensei's grandson) taking dishes Sensei just
      decorated to have Fukiyan put inlay colored slip in the decoration.  Been busy at the
      workshop. In the last months of my 3 year apprenticeship. Making my own work for
      the 3rd chamber of the Noborigama kiln that will be fired in March.
      -from E-Zendo
      HIGHLIGHTS #1287  Friday, December 13, 2002   Edited by Gloria
      Yes -- and can we look a little deeper ...

      Any "how" involves an opposition.

      Those who know how are known only in contrast with
        those who don't.

      Beyond contrast and opposition, there is no
        movement, no becoming.

      No movement out of the body, and no movement into
        the body.  No disidentification and no identification.

      Clear from before any beginning of time, a clarity
        which allows all arisings to be known, without
        ever arising.

        Indeed, the whole idea of 'know-how' in relation to the peace and
      freedom of non-identification is inapplicable; as Balsekar says, "it is so

            There is a well-known story of Zen Master Chao-chou (Nan-chuan),
      originally from "The Transmission of the Lamp":

      On another occasion Ts'ung-shen asked, "What is Tao?"
          Nan-ch'uan answered, "Your everyday mind is the Tao."
          He asked, "Can one reach towards it?"
          Nan-ch'uan answered, "If you try to reach towards it, you will miss it."
          Ts'ung-shen argued; "If I do not try to reach it, how can I know the Tao?"
          Nan-ch'uan said, "The Tao has nothing to do with knowing it or not
      knowing it.  Knowing it is mere deluded consciousness, and not knowing it
      is but nondifferentiation.  When you enter the real Tao without doubt, it
      will be like the great sky, the vastness itself.  How could it be right to
      argue within oneself if it is right or wrong?"

            Good to hear your voice again, Dan.  A hearty aloha and welcome to
      our discussions.
      Like the rings extending outward in the water when a stone is dropped
      in a pond.  Words and concepts, seen in the Light of unitive perception,
      have their appropriateness: like shadows, they are a trick of the light;
      like shit, they are a by-product of digestion; like waves, they are a
      secondary phenomenon.  They can be a sideshow and a distraction, if taken
      for the main thing, or they can reflect the beauty of grace.
            Talk is all just birdsong.  The birds sing meaningfully, to them; to
      us, not knowing the meaning, it is delightful sound, or noise.  The birds
      boast and scold and warn and explain, as we do.  And I'm sure even the
      birds resonate with love to the music of their singing and the chorus of
      blended voices.  In the world of phenomena, the warnings and scoldings and
      greetings and prayers all have their significance, not to be ignored.  In
      the essential world, it's all the sound of Joy and Life.
            Free from both worlds, we can let it all happen and respond with
      thought (expressions) without thought (concepts), doing non-doing (wei wu
      wei) without contriving; not thinking and then speaking, but speaking and
      thinking at once; as you say, "speech acts."  Like birds, who cannot lie,
      to whom singing is as natural as breathing.
            The ripples in the water and the dropping of the stone are one

      from "The Way of Chuang-Tzu," Thomas Merton:
      *Action and Non-action*
      The non-action of the wise man is not
      It is not studied. It is not shaken by
      The sage is quiet because he is not
      Not because he *wills* to be quiet.
      Still water is like glass.
      You can look into it and see the bristles on
          your chin.
      It is a perfect level;
      A carpenter could use it.
      If water is so clear, so level,
      How much more the spirit of man?
      The heart of the wise man is tranquil.
      It is the mirror of heaven and earth,
      The glass of everything.
      Emptiness, stillness, tranquillity,
      Silence, non-action: this is the level of
          heaven and earth.
      This is perfect Tao.  Wise men find here
      Their resting place.
      Resting, they are empty.
       From emptiness comes the
       From this, the conditioned, the individual
      So from the sage's emptiness, stillness
       From stillness, action. From action,
       From their stillness comes their non-
          action, which is also action.
      And is, therefore, their attainment.
      For stillness is joy. Joy is free from care.
      Fruitful in long years,
      Joy does all things without concern:
      For emptiness, stillness, tranquility,
      Silence, and non-action
      Are the root of things.


      'Some disciples are destroying Osho memories' BHOPAL: The conspiracy to wipe off
      all Osho memories which involved destruction of sacred Buddha Hall Dhyan Mandir
      by Canadian disci- ple Michael O' Bryne at the Osho Commune in Pune should be
      imme- diately stopped, urged one of the 21st trusted Osho disciples Swamy Anand
      Thagat here on Thursday. 





      That 'One' that can 'be' out of
      'not-being', pulls itself up by it's
      imaginary hairs and raises itSelf
      from not Being into Being. This bright
      Consciousness of the Self, as the
      light of the flame, appears out of
      it Self.

      see the flash movie:


      Ramana Maharshi also made a visual,
      as help to uncover the invariable state of the Self,
      that goes ahead of and beyond the world of objects.

      [Source: Ramana Upanishad, by Philip Renard]


      NDS  "Integrated Recognition"
      Reading my morning "AIA" message
      I began to reflect about recogonizing
      truth in ones reality.  The message

      Integrated Recognition
      "Realization is the discovery,
      recognition and acceptance of
      Reality as it is --
      and the integration of
      this Recognition into
      our daily lives."
       Yes. I feel that the most difficult thing to see is the elusive

           What is the elusive obvious?
           Could it be the Seeing Itself?

      Love and Gratitude,
      Nobody has ever seen it.

      "There was a man upon the stair.
      A little man who wasn't there.
      He wasn't there again today,
      gee I wish he'd go away."

      I think it is difficult to see because:
      O it isn't an it
      O its everywhere
      O its everything
      O it's your hat
      O you can't see your own eyes
      O you and it are not two
      O the fish in the sea is not thirsty
      O stop and see
      O stop, look and listen
      O yellow pages?
      O none of the below....
      12/10/02 "Breaking All the Rules with Holiday Cheer 2"
      Ananda burst into the house the other day after having been in town all afternoon with
      her father, shouting as if she would explode otherwise. "Mommy! Mommy! Yook
      what we got!" When Jim walked in carrying a Christmas tree I think my heart stopped
      beating. Actually, I was mortified. I had never been allowed to have one in the house
      as a child and hadn't even thought about having one as an adult. I think I was expecting
      the skies to open up and a streak of lightning to come down and zap us to smithereens!
      But nothing happened. 
      Jim said he couldn't help it; it was for her, and when they'd set it up and plugged it in, I
      understood why. The little tree has got fiber-optic, rainbow-colored lights that,
      especially when all other lights are low, dazzle and twirl like magic. I will never forget
      the look on our child's face when her daddy first turned it on. 
      We haven't given the tree any kind of special meaning whatsoever, and so now
      another religious rule gets to be broken. It sure seems that, in just going along and
      being our natural selves, we manage to break an awful lot of rules. However, the
      embrace of what before had been held as not acceptable, and the simultaneous release
      of love and joy that seem to be byproducts of this embrace, always make the
      unintended rule-breaking well worth it. And anyways, isn't the expansion of the heart
      and the pervading atmosphere of peace and love the whole point of the holiday

      “The goal of life is rapture.
      Art is the way we experience it .”  ~Joseph Campbell

      From the book, “Reflections on the Art of Living,” published by Harper Collins.

      AL LARUS

      Tagore poem changed into this season

      On the white hills of endless worlds, children meet.
      The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the forest is silent.
      On the white hills of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dance.
      They build their houses with snow.
      On skis and sleds they fly towards the sun.
      Children have their play on the white hills of worlds.
      They know not how to build a house, they know not how to milk a cow.
      Farmers bring in the horses, lumberjacks work in the woods, while
      children make angels in the snow and run away.
      They seek not for hidden treasures, gold and precious stones is covered until spring.
      The white hill  is resting and pale gleams the smile of winter sun 
      Death-dealing frost sings meaningless ballads to the children, like a
      mother while rocking her baby's cradle.
      The snow plays with the children and pale gleams the smile of winter sun 
      On the white hills of endless worlds, children meet.
      Tempest roams in the pathless sky, 
      who is too cold will fall asleep and fade away,
      death is hiding in the forest
      and children play.

      On the white hills of endless worlds is the great meeting of children.




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