Find that place where sky and land are joined together and grasp it tightly. It is like looking deeply into a mirror, what you see is not at all you but what it sees is that it is you. Do sky and earth come apart when it let’s its grasp free?
A reflection on case 78 of tDogen’s Shobogenzo Koans (True Dharma Eye)
First, read the syllabus and buy the books we will read. Note that I have carefully selected works for which there are no Cliff Notes or their equivalent, so if you were counting on that consider yourself screwed.
When you write an essay, do not ever, let me emphasize EVER, begin by saying in my opinion, for if I wanted an opinion on a great writer’s work I would as soon stop and ask my multigrain bagel what it thought, although I admit its Everything cousin did have some amazing insights into Hamlet.
Do not bother plagarizing quotes from things you find on the internet, for they will either be wrong or you will have found them by using Google or another search engine and I discovered those when you were still in diapers. And finally if you ask for more time to write a paper, I will give you a strong recommendation to take my friend’s Intermediate Composition class, the one you tried to duck by taking my class instead.
The quieter you become the more you can hear. — Baba Ram Dass
Orion lies over the wharf staring at the moon, dangling like an unyielding eye, barring sleep while below the waves wash onto the shore, licking the pilings and tasting the sand, a calming roar broken only by the barking of the harbor seals. It is not a night for hunting the bear has fled over the horizon preparing for the coming winter and the hunter tires from the chase. A gull nips at his heels, and plunges back into the swells, he must be content with the odd fish and scraps from the strange ones who mass on the wharf each day and retreat by night until there is only the hunter and the goddess and two young men curled into the sand. I stand on the balcony and stare at the hunter wishing that sleep would come, that the white eye would blink, but the waves wash in and the harbor seals bark and the stars beat a slow retreat.
We sat on our lanai last night in our twin rockers, the cat curled close by but carefully removed from the rockers and stared into the sky hoping meteors would grace us with their fleeting presence.
The moon did appear, shrouded in thin clouds, spectral ghost waxing slowly in hiding, but the stars had fled this night, fearing the rain that the cloud mantle promised.
We never did see a meteor but we know they will return next year and the cat says it is hardly worth interrupting a good nap for a momentary flash of light, and we just touched hands and retreated to bed.
Driving to the car dealer yesterday for what I should have known would be expensive service, not because I hadn’t had my car serviced in over a year, simply because any trip to the dealer for service is expensive, Q.E.D., I drove by Easy Street.
I thought of stopping, perhaps looking for a small house to keep for the occasional getaway, I mean who doesn’t want to live on Easy Street.
Sadly the homes were run down and the neighborhood was spotted with half empty strip plazas, so I had to conclude it iwould be hard to live on Easy Street.
The youngest child, her mind uncluttered, can answer any question unburdened by words, her answers rebound across the universe. If you stop struggling to hear her, let the silence surround you both, you cannot escape the answers
A reflection on case 84 of Dogen’s Shobogenzo Koans (True Dharma Eye)