Thursday, December 07, 2006

Christmas and compost

Christmas time, 2006,

finding blessings out of the huge compost pile of the rankest garbage pile ever----
(a pile full of jealousy, fear, hatred, rage, blame, resentments, insecurity, desire, if onlys, )

The flowers of gratitude grow profusely for: the subtlety of reiki, the warmth of sun, the sharp brightness of the winter stars, a body tired from exercise outdoors,

We can't change the past
We can only be here now and do it differently right now.

May the sun bring light to the darkest places in us today, may we feel its warmth opening us up to make space for what is,

Resting in the river.

brother of reason

Anonymous said...
Where do you come up with these things? Fear, delusion, rage, blame, as characters? Very clever. But the characters I prefer to interface with are future planning, enjoying the moment, and learning from the past. All your characters have no reward for moving forward. But you can re-wire your characters if you give them the 8 cows. Each one. Teach your characters to plant the seeds to grow the corn and not just feed. Enjoy growing the corn. It is the path to fullfillment. Delusion, fear, blame, anger are just empty words that relate to emotions without substinance. They are buckets with holes with them that one would carry for a life time, and yet would not feed one soul.

Brother of Reason
8:34 PM

Eight cow people

May we all be eight-cow people.
Johnny Lingo was a handsome, strong islander who lived in the South Pacific. When it came time for him to choose a wife, he chose a plain, skinny, not-so-great-looking woman. She was shy and hesitant. The people in the village couldn't believe that he chose such a plain girl. In that town, in order to obtain a wife, you paid for her by giving her father cows. Four to six cows were considered a high price. The villagers thought he might pay 2 cows for her, but he paid 8 cows for her!!!! Everyone laughed because they felt the father-in-law had put one over on Johnny. However, not too long after the marriage, Johnny's wife was transformed into a beautiful, confident, poised woman. When Johnny was asked what happened, he said, "I wanted an eight cow woman and when I paid that for her and treated her in that fashion, she began to believe she was an eight-cow woman. She discovered her self worth." [Sermon by King]

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Moon cannot be stolen

How does one "lose"
two years in their lives? What is lost? Is "it" ever found? Is it really stolen? Where
are the life "police" to find what we have lost?

Can we lose this moment?

Yes, when the past and the future loom over the present and demand our respect, we are not in this moment. This moment becomes lost. We are instead in the past letting anger put armor over our hearts, letting anger keep tears from flowing.
Or we are in the future, worrying, letting fear block our compassion for all beings, feeling anxiety over our safety and security, this moment lost.

We miss living here and now in this moment, and then the next moment and pretty soon, all those moments add up and two years are lost.

A Zen Master lived the simplest kind of life in a little hut at thefoot of a mountain. One evening, while he was away, a thief sneakedinto the hut only to find there was nothing in it to steal. The ZenMaster returned and found him. "You have come a long way to visit me,"he told the prowler, "and you should not return empty handed. Pleasetake my clothes as a gift." The thief was bewildered, but he took theclothes and ran away. The Master sat naked, watching the moon. "Poorfellow," he mused, " I wish I could give him this beautiful moon."