looking forward to age

 

I will walk down to a marina
on a hot day and not go out to sea.

I will go to bed and get up early,
and carry too much cash in my wallet.

On Memorial Day I will visit the graves
of all those who died in my novels.

If I have become famous I’ll wear a green
janitor’s suit and row a wooden boat.

From a key ring on my belt will hang
thirty-three keys that open no doors.

Perhaps I’ll take all of my grandchildren
to Disneyland in a camper but probably not.

One day standing in a river with my fly rod
I’ll have the courage to admit my life.

In a one-room cabin at night I’ll consign
photos, all tentative memories to the fire.

And you my loves, few as there have been, let’s lie
and say it could never have been otherwise.

So that: we may glide off in peace, not howling
like orphans in this endless century of war.

 

his holiness Jim Harrison

 

dissolve all ideas of duality

 

The teaching

of the Integral Way will go on

as long as there is a Tao and someone who

wishes to embody it; what is painted in

these scrolls today will appear in

different forms in many

generations to

come. 

 

These things,

however, will never change:

Those who wish to attain oneness must

practice undiscriminating virtue. They must

dissolve all ideas of duality: good and bad, beautiful

and ugly, high and low. They will be obliged to abandon

any mental bias born of cultural or religious belief.

Indeed, they should hold their minds free

of any thought which interferes with

their understanding of the

universe as a harmonious

oneness. 

 

The

beginning

of these practices is

the  beginning of

liberation. 

 

from Hua hu Ching, Chapter 7

 

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love reaches a wisdom

 

The flute

of interior time is played

whether we hear it or not. What we

mean by “love” is its sound coming in.

When love hits the farthest edge of excess, it

reaches a wisdom. And the fragrance of that knowledge!

It penetrates our thick bodies, it goes through walls — 

Its network of notes has a structure as if a

million suns were arranged inside.

This tune has truth in it. Where

else have you heard a

sound like this?

 

Kabir