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What if the gate remains closed? July 25, 2006

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There’s this myth: in search for a teacher, a community, you sit by a gate for three days and three nights… then, when all hopes and dreams have died, when only waiting remains, you are invited in to join teacher and sangha, to walk a path, no longer on your own…

But, what if the gate remains closed? What if the road stretches before you, barren and lonely?

Then, the world is your playground… no longer attached to fear and wishes, you are free to roam the earth, to touch the sky… loneliness is but a state of mind…

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Eat When Eating July 27, 2005

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This morning I made a point of eating when eating. Not eat and read, not eat and watch TV. Just plain eating.

I sat. I ate. My thoughts took me someplace else.
“Oh well”, I thought, “There’s always the next meal to try again”.
A new place of comfort.

Sweet Ripeness July 20, 2005

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The figs in my garden are starting to ripen, filling the air with their honey-scented bounty… the fig tree has finally grown strong enough to face the harsh wind, and has become a place of cool shadowy shelter in the heat of summer… I see the figs maturing slowly, from hard immature bright-green to the soft round sweetness of opulent green-violet… the infinite play of light and shadow under the branches of the tree, the soft wind that moves green leaves along with green fruits ask for quiet observation… you cannot come to the tree hungry for its sweetness, you need to walk softly amidst the buzz of bees and hornets, to become acquainted with the ripe fruit you are about to pick and swallow, to sense with gratefulness the intimacy of giving and receiving…

Beginning July 19, 2005

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This is my journey through meditation. Those who might see progress are invited to rethink the linear paradigm of progression. Is the acorn less perfect than the oak?

Whenever the spectator points out her words of criticism I will kindly ask her to reread Walden, “Solitude”: “I only know myself as a human entity; the scene, so to speak, of thoughts and affections; and am sensible of a certain doubleness by which I can stand as remote from myself as from another. However intense my experience, I am conscious of the presence and criticism of a part of me, which, as it were, is not a part of me, but spectator, sharing no experience, but taking note of it; and that is no more I than it is you”.