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Truth

With palms together,

“The Roshi makes shitty coffee.” a poem by a Zen student and gift to me.

Sometimes our truth is simple and straightforward. Not always so. Sometimes our truth is muddy, lurking in the muck of a swamp. We don’t always have the clarity of the student poet, but we always have a direction we must follow, even if it’s through the mud.

Zen practice is the practice of taking a step with the deliberation of an arrow speeding to its target. Equivocate not, just do. So too, our truth: it’s always with us, but it’s up to us to have it see the light of day. There is a time for silence, a time for speech, and a time for action. Prajna is knowing which is which.

Gassho

Snow

There is no day;
There is no night.
These are delusions
Of the mind.
The snow falls
That is all.



Daiho

Birthright Citizenship

With palms together,
Good Afternoon All,

Will wonders ever cease?  Will the great and powerful never understand the limits of their power? Our infamous president just said he will end the right to citizenship of babies born in the United States of non-citizen parents.  Seems reasonable, doesn’t it?  I mean just because you were born in this country doesn’t make you a citizen...according to Mr Trump’s vision for America.

So, my conservative, constitution waving, flag-draping friends, what say you? Be careful though, this one is, indeed, a very slippery slope. Remember, he didn’t say “illegal” non-citizens, he said non-citizens.  So, if you were born of immigrants who were not naturalized, but otherwise here in the US legally, you will no longer be citizens of this country, and likely, here illegally as well.

More to the point, constitutionally, Mr Trump seems to think he can modify the constitution and laws derived from it, by Executive Order.   Now this takes narcissism and megaloman…

Flu, What Can I Say?

With palms together,

I am sick with the flu.  Fever, chills, aches and pains, runny nose, chronic cough...you know, the flu.  I’ve been down with it for two days.  Not long, but long enough to really be tired of it!

All I can say is, “sit with it!”  And I will.

In the meantime, my practice is to simple be with my flu. I take my medicine, eat what I can, and generally doze off to sleep now and then.

It's good to just relax into one’s illness, I think.  Especially when fighting with it just makes it worse.

Yours in the Dharma,


With palms together,

Good Morning All,

Yesterday afternoon I spoke at the Veterans Administration Healthcare Center in El Paso, Texas. My topic was the benefits of meditation.  Walking into the building was like diving into a pool of suffering.  Veterans everywhere.  All waiting.  Some filling out forms, others just hanging around talking with each other. Waiting.  I believe that’s one of our crosses to bear.

I walked gingerly through the crowd to the bank of elevators which took me to third floor and a set of classrooms where people were waiting for me to arrive.  I was a little late as I got lost in the city. But  there I was.

The group of about forty people welcomed me.  I took to the podium and began with what brought me to Zen, followed by an explanation of the benefits of practice and then offered a meditation period. This was followed by a Q & A.

Most people felt the power of even a short period of sitting.  And the questions were meaningful and often personal.  I felt we …

Facebook deactivated

With palms together,  I have deactivated my Facebook page this evening.  I have mixed feelings about that.  But the level of vitriol and discord among friends is disturbing. I have no desire to continue in unproductive discussions.

If you wish to comment on my posts, please do.  But do so with a given sense that you understand my position.  You don’t have to agree with me, but I do expect some level of knowledgable understanding.

Be well,

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