I would like nothing better than to sit and read and write all this day, the first of summer, the year’s longest, full with sweet charms of light and softness deep into the night.
But such is the inexorable course of day and night that I have other callings. Things to tend await my attention.
Long day, short night, sun and moon:
Off I go, reminded of the Ashvaghosha sutra: « Like as the birds that gather in the trees of afternoon then at nightfall vanish all away, so are the separations of the world. »
Sweet charms of the longest day
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Enseignante Zen et poète, Sensei Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell est née et a grandi à Minneapolis, aux Etats-Unis. Arrivée en France en 1981 pour étudier la littérature et l’histoire, elle y est restée, s’installant à Paris, où elle élève ses deux enfants et gagne sa vie en tant que journaliste.
The Zen teacher and poet Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell Sensei was born and raised in Minneapolis, but came to France in 1981 to study literature and history and has lived in Paris ever since, raising her two children and making a living as a journalist.
Silence = the absence of interpretation/projection on the screens of our minds?
The concept of "silence" – is just as susceptible to misinterpretations as any spoken word is….
It cannot be said, and we are saying it all the time.
Just found some nice quotes from Ludwig Wittgenstein.
I hope you don’t mind if I share them here.
“Death is not an event in life: we do not live to experience death. If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present.”
“(on Sartre) Hell isn’t other people. Hell is yourself.”
“What can be said at all can be said clearly; and whereof one cannot speak thereof one must be silent”
This last quote started me thinking.
Silence is just as susceptible to misinterpretations as any spoken word is.
What about:
“(on Wittgenstein) Whereof one cannot speak thereof one cannot be silent.”