Empty Bowl With No Sides

[Guest guest]

"I perceive the teachings of the world to be the illusion of

magicians. I discern the highest conception of emancipation as a

golden brocade in a dream, and view the holy path of the illumined

ones as flowers appearing in one's eyes. I look upon the judgement of

right and wrong as the serpentine dance of a dragon, and the rise and

fall of beliefs as but traces left by the four seasons."

 

~ Buddha

 

 

Another cup of coffee –

one hand on the mug,

the other caressing galaxies.

They respond with sounds

of humpback whales.

 

It is such a wonderful night!

 

 

 

"The moon above the clouds is the same moon.

The mountains and rivers below are all different.

Each is happy in its unity and diversity.

This is one, this is two."

 

~ Mumon

 

 

Come closer,

let me kiss You!

 

 

"The great path has no gates,

thousands of roads enter it.

When one passes through this gateless gate,

He walks freely between heaven and earth.

 

But if he hesitates one moment, he is as

A person watching from a small window for

A horseman to pass by, and in a wink

He has missed seeing."

 

~ Mumon

 

 

Even though it may still be dark,

The dawn is already here.

 

 

"To tread the sharp edge of the sword,

to run on smooth-frozen ice,

one needs no footsteps to follow,

walk over the cliff with hands free."

 

~ Mumon

 

 

Is that corner store still open by the river?

 

 

 

"Wind, flag, mind moves,

the same understanding.

When the mouth opens

all are wrong."

 

~ Mumon

 

 

So you say.

 

 

Melon Bones,

 

b

 

 

…..

 

"O Lord, Protector of all Sentient Beings, Thou the Eternal Buddha!

Thy Blessing on Thy Shishyas with Thy Grace,

I bow down at Thy Feet, O Marpa the Translator!"

 

~Milarepa

 

The Two-Bodied Buddha sits on a pole

swilling down a Deep-Blue Draught of Night-Sky.

We stumble, drunk and bewildered across the last horizon.

Shameless, we climb the Body of God.

 

"The ribs outspread, like a peacock's gorgeous feathers,

in between, for three;

the polished handle of red teak-wood, at the bottom,

for four."

 

The trees are filled with roosters.

The sky is filled with roosters.

We are filled with roosters.

Some of them are turned to stone,

and they cannot fly away tonight.

Ask the man in his underwear watching from the door.

 

"O brother! Thou art no longer a human being!

Thou art not only devoid of any sense of shame,

but thou hast spoilt the blanket

which I prepared with so much trouble."

 

"I am the worthiest of human beings,

for I am engaged in turning to the best account

the precious boon of a blessed human life."

 

Taking a Tootsie Pop from the jar of Shiva and Shakti,

The Heart Sutra comes to mind again, as these things sometimes do.

I wonder how long coffee takes to reach the picking stage?

Can two people really go all night long?

 

"Thy shame is born of ignorant conventionalities;

shame thou feelest where for shame there is no cause.

To me, the devotee, who knoweth what shame truly is,

in showing in its natural shape my three-fold personality,

what shame can be attached thereby?

When `tis known that human beings are born,

each of a certain sex, `tis know, too, that each

possesseth certain organs."

 

And the two Buddhas turned within Themselves

and leapt off the pole and ran down the street,

Laughing at Their Nakedness.

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie

[Guest guest]

They by pass the body but not the heart.

Sweet music and no notes to hear

just the swallowing sounds of boggle and gronk.

Just the AUM of la la la going down.

And here and there are flowers in the air

and Mumon has no notion

just a blissed out ocean of more wood chopping love.

"The moon above the clouds is the same moon.

The mountains and rivers below are all different.

Each is happy in its unity and diversity.

This is one, this is two."

~ Mumon

Come closer,

let me kiss You!>>>>>>>>>>>>

I am just your kiss making out in the moonlight.

love

eric

[Guest guest]

, ErcAshfrd@a... wrote:

>Melon bones pass right through the teeth of the world

They by pass the body but not the heart.

 

 

...... When HeartMind fills

every corner of the body,

nobody is left to ask

"Who am I?"

 

 

 

>Sweet music and no notes to hear

just the swallowing sounds of boggle and gronk.

Just the AUM of la la la going down.

And here and there are flowers in the air

and Mumon has no notion

just a blissed out ocean of more wood chopping love.

 

 

.....such love has never been

experienced by beings at all --

not then, not now, not in the future.

 

 

 

 

> I am just your kiss making out in the moonlight.

 

 

...... blue sky

 

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

b