an old writer and his words

  • UNSCRIPTED

    I am so tired of readinglines written for me by othersalways a cold readinglacking emotion and substance.I have my own voice, readyto deliver my soliloquy.I have been livingfor seven decades.But I know that Iwill be seen as yetanother Yorickushered off the stage.And I imaging myselfremembered by someone youngerwho will recall no morethan a passing memory.

    Lou Faber

  • GENYO’S ONE THING

    If you tell your teacherthat your sittingwas disturbed by a thoughthe may tell youto simply throw it away.If you say you cannotthrow away a thoughtfor it has no substancehe may smile and tellyou that you may keepits nothingness withoutfear for your practice. A reflection on case 57 of the Book of Equanimity (従容錄, Shōyōroku)

    Lou Faber

  • NEVER THE LETHE

    In the deepest, darkest portion of night we are taught that dreams reside, that they are not real, figments, fragments of imagination, woven into an evanescent tapestry that disappears upon waking, leaving only a faint shadow to indicate its once presence. Many like to believe this, for it relieves them of ownership of dark thoughts…

    Lou Faber