He knew it was time
to call it a career when they handed him the list of what he could not say, what terms were verbotten, what topics were off limits.
Once upon a time he watched
the fight over textbooks, how they approached sensitive subjects like race, war, equality, but he could teach around whatever strictures they would ignorantly impose.
But now whole topics,
entire aspects of history were off limits, and he knew he would not be an educator but merely an indoctrinator and he wanted no part of that.
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The Rabbi always said that
the highest form of justice would be to teach a man to fish, rather than to donate fish to him.
The Rabbi in question is now
long dead, and in so many places teaching a man to fish will only enable him to poison his family.
We have laid waste to ouir world
assuming someone will clean it up for us, and we do throw money as our attempt at atonement.
So perhaps we should give
out brooms, and hope for the best.
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myself is no self
no self is universal infinite being
all forms are illusory this is samadhi
always out of your sight until you live it
dharmas teach nothing
contain infinite knowledge just stop looking
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What can you teach
in not mind
find no thing.
A reflection on Case 27 of the Mumonkan (Gateless Gate)
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Years later on, having walked
calmly away from my former faith,
I am left still pondering
where you find the words
to describe, to teach the unspeakable,
and how you use them to reach
children who have no right to know
the unspeakable, but who must,
lest they later speak it.
It was a generation ago for me, two
for them, three now for my own
grandchildren but the losses
they know are staggering: Las Vegas,
9/11, Manchester, Sandy Hook,
and on and on and on and on
and how do you help them grasp
the number six million, 10 million, when
they have but ten fingers,
shielding their eyes from the horror.
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