hope comes again,

Yet, hurt will come, I am sure of it.
open my heart and hope again,
hope, I wish it would leave me alone,
It invites so much hurt,
in the future, not letting joy be for what is.
I understand Hillman's words that hope is dangerous.

she is so beautiful,
ideas rush through my heart.
yet, I am sure disappointement will come again,
this past decade has been filled with daily high hopes
to be disappointed,

when did I become so hopeless? where did the positive young one go?

She said " I feel every day is the same"
- I asked if she was bored
this is her reply:

"i am very fond of children,We live in perfect accord with each other every day.
i am working happy every day.so i feel everyday is same."

I feel like a fool when I hear this.
How do I live in so much conflict?
Ashamed to not let harmony be and see the gift of being love.

yet, 3 small sentences from a stranger, may be enough to remember or to reveal what is possible, what is there beneath the murky waters-

Focus returns

Focus returns. 1.18.2011 12.15 moon’s life

A full moon comes again. Yet, it is the full moons first time here. The word again is taken out. Then the real appears.

Something New. Maybe the idea of it being the same moon is a misunderstanding.

What here in this as if world is Old? – no thing

She came through the door, I have known the name a long time, the physical appearance, yet she is New, never known, nor met in a as if past!

This is the Minds confusion to think from the past thought.

Yet, the New is always coming- pouring fourth in the as if now.

Ah, is that so?

I asked her, and I heard (as if) “no”..

Discontent. Sadness begins to emerge. Of the Old.

There is no need to try to deny or stop it, let it come freely as it wishes,

Yet,a smile of a calm knowing and ok one appears to the front…. because it knows that the universe is a mystery, nothing has been “Lost, taken, or hurt” absolutely nothing, nothing, nothing.

Just a smile and a gentle appearing turn in a streams path.

There is a freeing in not fighting against ones nature, ones gifts that are brought. And the gift of something not doing what mind is thinking it wants. When mind doesn’t even know, just thinks it knows what is good for it..the understanding that when something appears to leave also is the gift received! There is no taking and giving in this life actually, just constant pouring of the New.

So, I literally send a message ..is that so. With a smile, or with the original relaxed unmanipulated face. One day I can just have this smile come and not need to put the words out.

Just a relaxed face.

Mind awakens-

Mind awakens- 1-5-11

Burns with ideas surfacing

Or the space opens and lets being in.

This is related to the moon.

Again and again in my life I have noticed, perceived that there are times when ideas and thoughts are clear. Are present. Appear and come in floods of ..pouring with not struggling ideas and fightings with itself as the previous days. In the mind and in the (as if) physical. But ideas of being, of love, of answers to questions to non-appearing questions to life, that in some way are necessary, important, and are for change, to see the new.

I used to question these and may still do, yet, last night I had a flood of them again, on teaching from love, answers to relating to people, seeing through and, being.

I saw 4117 last night, again only when things show I am walking, moving in the way of tao. ( and you may not be able to not move in the way of tao) but this is the revealing of tao. Of the way.

In this flood of ideas,,, the idea appeared to me. Perceiving the shift of being. The shift of less confusion, more peace. Or love and ideas. And in this around this of this, the moon’s state. To be growing. I will now look at my calendar to see,wait.

…yes. Precisely. Last night was the first day of the moons growing.

Song of the wind

Woke up, or so it seems, this morning, in the same house, with the same thoughts.

The Way of the Wayless

The way of the wayless. 12-17-10 the way

Fixed ideas I bounce from one to another,

Repeating them quietly

Whispering the same

There is no unfixed idea,

Only moments or glimpses between,

The silence between the breaths

There is a space for the new,

The New is the way.

Yet the new is not the way once it is reviewed, or noticed.

A seeing through is an image.

Spontaneous it is but when it is reflected on it is old.

Yet the old to be seen through is of value.

focus on the single, so much is missed

all this focusing on the single one to find, all this finding: again Mind makes forgetting, keeps the Old in tight grip, yet water flows through always.
-again, coming to the Old, a tiredness of looking-breaks and the New remembered.

life is all passing
all temporary,
therefor be joyful with the All around
give up the search, allow the New to flow
Mind is tricking you, fearful of death.
Yet, death is the remedy to know in order to awaken.

Let go of this single idea, the life that is not here.

Chinese chickens

The Chinese are very honest people in general.
Today I ate a chicken. Not some chicken, but a chicken.
When your Chinese friend drops off a chicken for you as a gift, you know what you are eating.
today as I ate this delicious animal. the head and feet were all in their proper locations. I was so impressed by the depth that was given to my lunch. this ritual of eating.
as i was eating, I knew what i was eating, because the head was connected and the beak opened as if its last moments were not a gentle passing but a kicking, screaming and a holding on to life.e
the claws looked as a humans may at a morgue after the washing a few days after death: slimy and smelly. perhaps like a fetus. i felt like Hannibal Lectur a bit. As if i went out and captured some person and brought them to my hidden basement to kill them cook them and eat the body.
I appreciate this honesty. I want to know what I am eating. I am not against eating chickens.
But now when I buy a chicken I will try to buy it with its full body. it just seems proper and enriching to the ritual.
In America when you buy a chicken from most restaurants, you would be shocked to see the head and feet still where they should be.
I accidentaly broke its neck when i picked it up looking for more meat. this snapping made me want to say sorry. although it was dead, i felt i was doing more harm by breaking its neck and tearing off the meat.
Now it lies on my table in broken bones and a full head and fingers. it appears to have met a horrible fate.
I am tempted to bury it in the yard.

Missing the New, operating in the Known

12.21.10

“It is easy to experience nirvana alone in the mountains” But to do this in the city is arduous”- Osho. Unknown story of the monk going to the masters house celebrating his enlightenment, to be shot scolded by the master.

I thought I was somewhere. A place of untouchable-ness.

Yet the first sign of city, the world, of troubles. I collapsed, later to find myself(as if) standing in the same step, same posture, same habitual reaction. I have always been on. No transformation. No difference. Opportunity came, the New was there, and missed!

To follow this thread would be to wait with awareness for the next moment of opportunity to see through to minds reactions out of fear.

I pray to the Gods to grant me this experience of new vision