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      #1407 - Sunday, April 20, 2003 - Editor: Gloria Lee
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      Spring is like a perhaps hand


      "Spring is like a perhaps hand
      (which comes carefully
      out of Nowhere)arranging
      a window,into which people look(while
      people stare
      arranging and changing placing
      carefully there a strange
      thing and a known thing here)and

      changing everything carefully

      spring is like a perhaps
      Hand in a window
      (carefully to
      and fro moving New and
      Old things,while
      people stare carefully
      moving a perhaps
      fraction of flower here placing
      an inch of air there)and

      without breaking anything."

      ~ ee cummings ~
       
       
      Thanks to Joyce on Allspirit
       
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      Joyce on NDS

      When the Green Shoots Come


      We went out to watch
      the comet that night

      across the road,
      where the break in the trees
      opened to heaven.

      The nights were warmer by then,
      that April night,

      and climbing the short fence
      between roadway and nature,

      you stumbled into grasses
      left flattened by snow.

      I broke your fall.

      And do you remember
      how i spun you to the East?

      At my feet, the heron's neck
      bent at the wrong angle,

      and the nylon filament
      wrapped feathers and bone, flightless.

      I never told you.

      For five seasons now,
      I've watched the marshes...
      the geese, the swans, the coots...

      One blue heron...

      Wondering if they mate for life
      like coyote? quail...loons...

      For five seasons since...

      Today i am enthralled
      when the green shoots come

      to the surface of the field
      like an ocean of spring.

      There wading through grasses,
      the birds lean skyward

      and, gathering momentum, rise up
      to soar.

      Both of them.

       

      The herons.
      ~~~

      14 April, 2003
      joyce
       
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      Gill Eardley  Allspirit
       
      "There Will Come Soft Rains"
      (War Time)


      There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
      And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

      And frogs in the pools singing at night,
      And wild plum-trees in tremulous white;

      Robins will wear their feathery fire
      Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

      And not one will know of the war, not one
      Will care at last when it is done.

      Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
      If mankind perished utterly;

      And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
      Would scarcely know that we were gone.

      by Sara Teasdale
       
       

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      Gill Eardly 
       
      The "Enclosed Garden of Truth" by Sanai is a wonderful work,
      and I just found out  (thanks Gill) that it is available on line at: 
       
       
      Sanai was one of the greatest influences on Rumi's work, particularly
      this volume, the Walled Garden or Enclosed Garden of Truth. 

      On their home page are many classical texts from many different paths:

      http://www.sacred-texts.com/index.htm
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      =GenePoole=  NDS

      "There is no place to go, and so we travel!
      You and I, and what for, just to imagine
        that we could go somewhere else."
      -- Edward Dahlberg

      <http://www.homeiswhereweparkourhouse.com/index.html>
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      Gill Eardly  Allspirit
       
      Expedients

      Buddhist teachings are prescriptions given according to specific
      ailments, to clear away the roots of your compulsive habits and
      clean out your emotional views, just so you can be free and clear,
      naked and clean, without problems.

      There is no real doctrine at all for you to chew on or squat over.
      If you will not believe in yourself, you pick up your baggage and
      go around to other people's houses looking for Zen, looking for
      Tao, looking for mysteries, looking for marvels, looking for
      buddhas, looking for Zen masters, looking for teachers.

      You think this is searching for the ultimate, and you make it into
      your religion, but this is like running blindly to the east to get
      something that is in the west. The more you run, the further away
      you are, and the more you hurry the later you become. You just
      tire yourself, to what benefit in the end?

      Zen Master Yuansou
      'Zen Essence' Translated and Edited by Thomas Cleary

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      Zen Oleary  SufiMystic
       

      Metronomes


      Metronomes, I remember them
      as a child, measuring beats
      in piano lessons for which
      I had no ability,
      is this metronomed clock
      on the kitchen wall
      ticking away the magic
      first light of morning,
      is it pulsing time beats?
      are my moments calibrated
      by springs, gears and wires?

      "You have no sense of time",
      I've been critically told,
      as if time were something
      you could chew and touch,
      recognize its contours and
      greet as it turned the corner
      at the end of the street,

      I'm always mucking about in
      the thick of the present moment,
      this filled to overflowing now,
      rich with songs, scents,
      the laughter of friends,
      dogs to wrestle with,
      great food for feasting,
      soft glances of lovers,
      vibrant colors and patterns,

      I have no real past, you see,
      even when I remember something
      over coffee and birdsong, it's
      just a thing that sleeps in
      the messy closet in the back
      of my mind that I'm dragging
      out to look at here and now,
      in the richness of this morning,

      these bedraggled thin whiskered
      memory ghosts dance the jig of
      today, out of touch with the
      demands of breathing and being,
      bloodless and more or less faded,
      they remain in my mind only until
      the next "wow, what is this?"
      bumps them off the screen space
      in my moment to moment mind.

      ~ Zen Oleary
      April 20, 2003

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      "A dash of rain upon
      The lotus leaves. But the leaves
      Remain unmarked, no matter
      How hard the raindrops beat.
      Mind, be like the lotus leaves,
      Unstained by the world."

      Chong Ch'ol

      (1537-1594)


      From: "Anthology of Korean Literature

      From Early Times to the Nineteenth Century"

      ed. -  Peter H. Lee, University of Hawaii Press: Honolulu, 1981

      Thanks to Joyce on Allspirit


      "I have estimated the influence of Reason upon Love
      and found that it is  like that of a raindrop upon the
      ocean, which makes one little mark upon  the water's
      face and disappears." 

      hafiz/bell 

      Thanks to Terry Murphy on SufiMystic

       
       
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