mars 2010

To not-know it

Par |2017-04-04T06:58:19+01:00mars 9th, 2010|Textes|

...After a day of newspaper work, I come home full of so much bureaucracy, theory, policy-making, applied tactical warfare... More NATO troops heading for Afghanistan so that they can all come home. Imposed "democratic" elections in Iraq, where there is ever-more sectarian violence. Science proving this or that, studying the effects of meditation on the [...]

Among the crowds

Par |2015-10-02T12:13:43+01:00mars 8th, 2010|Textes|

A heightened level of diverse activity in my life of late has made for changed patterns of my daily doings. Like heavy rain swelling a river that then has its course altered or spills over its banks. I have not been able to hold to habitual ways and expectations, as everything is in flux. Writing [...]

It’s all included (What comes to mind)

Par |2015-10-02T12:14:17+01:00mars 2nd, 2010|Textes|

What comes to mind tonight is, "I don't know what to say." Then again, that is always what comes to mind if I am honest, if I don't grab hold of "I know what to say." Floating around, then, is a semblance of an answer to a perpetual question about the first Bodhisattava vow ("Sentient [...]

février 2010

Out of order

Par |2017-04-04T06:58:19+01:00février 27th, 2010|Textes|

Flip through the morning newspaper. Among the headlines and blurbs and briefs and spreads of type, little catches my attention for more than a minute or so. They say journalism is a rough draft of history. I take in the information - jihads, creditors, deficits, bans, inquiries, rulings, findings, pronouncements, victories, defeats - and turn [...]

Still swiftly now

Par |2015-10-02T12:15:41+01:00février 25th, 2010|Textes|

Already Thursday. I know by the clock and calendar that the week, the month, the evening are advancing, but I can neither catch nor describe their ceaseless movement. It is without measure, a constant, magnificent flight neither to nor from anywhere. Meanwhile. I exchange electronic fragments with friends and acquaintances on four continents. I walk [...]

Tale of the Tiger

Par |2015-10-02T12:16:14+01:00février 22nd, 2010|Textes|

So Tiger Woods has repented and promises to become "normal," like everyone else. Wonder what that means. He also vows to return to his Buddhist roots. Wonder what that means, too. And of course, we can wonder why we care. Whatever else, maybe this whole story provides a glimpse for some into the toxic illusions [...]

Sights and sounds of the world

Par |2015-10-02T12:16:54+01:00février 20th, 2010|Textes|

Have been waking early these days and setting off for work before the sun is up. On the Métro at that hour, most of my fellow passengers are heading to jobs that most anyone who has the choice doesn't want -- cleaning offices, toilets, streets, or tending to other tasks that most people consider "undesirable." [...]

What’s enough for now?

Par |2017-04-04T06:58:19+01:00février 16th, 2010|Textes|

Going through the days, one thing to another, and not finding words for this space. Always with "bodhisattva" in mind. Then find these words from Thich Nhat Hanh: "When we come into contact with the other person, our thoughts and actions should express our mind of compassion, even if that person says and does things [...]

The universe faintly falling

Par |2015-10-02T12:18:02+01:00février 9th, 2010|Textes|

Snow coming obliquely through the gray light this morning has me thinking, as ever when the flakes come "general all over" like this, of the final lines of Joyce's masterful short story The Dead: "His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of [...]

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