Stirrup of the Sun & Moon. Frank LaRue Owen

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СКАЧАТЬ and fertile

      ripe for the planting and eventual harvest.

      Like the poor fools in the Running of the Bulls

      who get trampled

      and are somehow shocked when they are,

      the human condition is one of endlessly running around

      trying to fill the longing

      with something…or someone.

      It cannot be done, and never will,

      as long as longing is seen through the eyes of poverty.

      The longing in the soul

      is the soul itself

      wanting to know

      the fullness of the soul itself.

      It isn’t empty any more than the darkness of space is.

      It is a doorway into a vast realm that has no edges, no bottom.

      It is an endless expanse

      and the solidity we take to be reality

      is formless and empty,

      and the emptiness contains

      an incomprehensible fullness.

      “It”

      —if we can even say that, for “it” is no-thing —

      includes the person on the bus beside you,

      the checkout girl in the grocery store,

      the man who delivered your mail;

      they all have a doorway

      to the same endless expanse within them too.

      And many of them are looking outside themselves

      for something or someone

      to fill the vast boundless longing

      they are feeling right alongside you.

      What is already inside this space

      within you, them, everyone

      is an energy —

      a life-giving

      life-bestowing

      life-sustaining fullness;

      but rather than bringing forth

      the abundant feast that is there,

      we go outward

      and onward

      hunting for scraps and crumbs instead.

      This longing is ancient and powerful and vast.

      It feels like it might even swallow you up

      if you chose to stay with it.

      Stay with it.

      Stay with it.

      If you do, it will lead you.

      And one day,

      maybe one day,

      you will cross paths with someone

      whose inner doorway reminds you of your own…

      But it will never truly happen

      if you

      don’t learn

      how to be

      alone.

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      To the tune of “Touch” / SOMA, Steve Roach + Robert Rich and “Ohroo” / The 10,000 Steps / Biomusique

      Walking Dao

      32.4659° N 90.0573° W

      (Yockanookany Trailhead, Natchez Trace, Mississippi)

      Walk a path enough times,

      it becomes as close to you

      as your own spine.

      The perfumed mist of valleys at dusk

      songbirds nestled in branches

      the slow-stepping heron at the water’s edge

      become companions—

      familiar travelers in the Softly-Lit World

      of Flowing Movement Without Grasping.

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      To the tune of “Tending the Embers” / MESMER / Roy Mattson

      Alpenglow

      “Be the barrier. When you are the barrier,

      there isn’t any barrier. When you are the barrier

      with the whole body and mind, it fills the universe.”

      —John Daido Loori, Zen master (1931-2009),

      Dharma talk: “Suffering and Empowerment”

      Become the cold rain

      and the rain ceases to be cold.

      Become betrayal’s rage

      and a trapdoor opens

      onto the grief you’re hiding there.

      Become the well-attended despair

      and depression starts to release

      because you’ve given its voice

      a hallowed space.

      Become the anxiety

      and it reveals itself

      as the intelligent awareness

      of your inverted bravery.

      Become the fear

      then surrender

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