– Slow movements. When you get cold, when you get sick—slow your movements down and watch everything that is happening. Enjoy life in the midst of pains.
– Travel to DC tomorrow. We will be there for a few days. The old ‘hood.
– My wife, my girl, my best friend, my sparring partner, has returned from an arduous journey. I have missed her to pure speechlessness. No one can tell me what I feel. I can tell no one what I feel.
– Writing fast or slow. Whatever I want it to be.
– Think of non-selfness (the inter-connectedness of all things). Think of impermanence. Think of Nirbana, the highest state of existence. Think of one, the others are included. And she was right, the argument and hard feelings vanished quickly. But her kindness reappeared, the bullet reversed out, the wound healed miraculously. The phone rang as I was driving. I talked loudly.
– I am still mourning the recent death of my friend’s cat. I am still mourning the Tsunami victims. Crazy how I dreamt this before it even happened. Link.
– Winter is a cave. Winter is talking much less. Staying in doors. Winter is all about reading. Meditation.
. . .
pretending people
are bodhisattvas
I saw a man
help carry a woman’s
case of books
into the used book store
acted like she
had won
he lottery
can’t hurt to pretend
just a bit
because I want to love people
I am tired of hating them
with bitterness in my heart
when the big innocent eyes
of our cat open up to us
I say
yes, he is a bodhisattva
it is easy to love someone like that
and it feels great loving
the troublesome, too
can’t hurt
seeing the world this way
. . .
restaurant
table lamps
quiver
she is
a breathing
statue
“if you think he is permanent, there is no room for improvement.” -Thich Nhat Hanh
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