an old writer and his words

  • INTERSTICES

    In the interstitial moment between birth and death a universe comes into existence, something that never before existed and existed always, new and well-known, unseen and visible for eternity. Measure it well for it is incapable of measurement, and ends without warning and precisely on schedule. In the momentary breath that marks the transit, we…

    Lou Faber

  • STANDING AT THE GATE: REFLECTIONS ON THE MUMONKON

    Joshu’s Dog                 無門關 一    There is no question nor dog nor Buddha-nature.   There is no thing   In the far corner Joshu barks loudly.   Hyakujo’s Fox             無門關 二     The old, crippled fox crawled slowly from the mouth of the dark cave.   Sidling up to Hayakujo the old monk said to fox, “think…

    Lou Faber

  • Dialogue

    S:         What are you doing, for heaven sake? H:        Isn’t it obvious, I’m searching for Nirvana, for enlightenment. S:         You silly fool, it’s right behind you! H:        (turning suddenly) It is not, I would certainly see it. S:         You might think so, but it is still right behind you! H:…

    Lou Faber

  • Taking

    You can take my sight, but my mind will still see what it must, and my fingers will become eyes. You can take my hearing, I will imagine what I must, and my eyes will become ears. You can take my tongue, but my body will shout what I must, and my hands will speak…

    Lou Faber

  • Enso

    In the interstitial moment between birth and death a universe comes into existence, something that never before existed and existed always, new and well-known, unseen and visible for eternity. Measure it well for it is incapable of measurement, and ends without warning and precisely on schedule. In the momentary breath that marks the transit, we…

    Lou Faber