novembre 2009
A sandwich for lunch
So it's Thursday, and I had a sandwich for lunch. At a desk in front of the daily news: secret prisons in Beijing, oil profiteering in Iraq, U.S. Marines on Okinawa, Obama, Bush, John Kenneth [...]
The walls falling
Today is the day that everyone has been discussing for days, the 20th-anniversary day of the night when that strange wall "fell." Little has been said of how that wall came to be. Or how [...]
Swing
I would like to post something here, but what? We all seem so involved with getting and spending, pursuing distraction. I see it, I see me do it as I enter into a discussion about [...]
octobre 2009
Soulages and the unsuspected possibilities
Upon seeing the Pierre Soulages exhibition in Paris, I am struck by the continuous reverberations that I am still feeling from what was essentially a painterly presentation of black substances (not only paint). "Le noir [...]
Leaning into the flux
Late in the afternoon I go out: for a walk, to run some errands, feel the air, see the sky, experience the relationship of being among persons and things, move away from the writing I [...]
Time tells
Yesterday I read about a guy in the United States who preaches something that he calls practical mysticism. Apart from the fact that he is in big trouble because three people died and many others [...]
Underneath your feet
Hours and dates advance, from night to morning to afternoon, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, September to October, in an indecipherable flow. Calendar and clock keep the count for me: I believe I can see time and [...]
Program 2009-2010
Wild Flower Sangha retreats and one-day practice sessions led by Amy Hollowell Sensei: Paris 31 Oct. 14-15 Nov. 13-14 Feb. 26-27 June Normandy 15-18 April 20-27 August Portugal 27 Nov.-1 Dec. 17-21 March 25 July-1 [...]
Skidding like the clouds
It's been such a busy week. My nose is running all over the place. I watch the clouds skid across the sky as day seems to be drawing to a close more quickly than ever. [...]
As I become the words
This weekend I traveled to Amsterdam and back. People, places and things were not where and what they were supposed to be, and yet everything was in its place. I read poems with other poets [...]
Daido Roshi has passed
Since 7:30 this morning in New York, John Daido Loori Roshi is no longer as he had been known since birth in 1930. It was raining tonight as I emerged from the Métro to go [...]
Thank you
Am moved at the response regarding a chant for Daido Roshi in what appears to be his final days. Thank you all. His sangha asks, "Please continue your practice during this time and keep Daido [...]
Unexpected according to prediction
Rain this morning was unexpected, although it came according to predictions. In the same way, I can't decide if it's cold or warm or neither. So I just attend to my poems, in between errands, [...]
septembre 2009
Continuity and discontinuity of the enlightened mind
It occurs to me as I am going about the day, from early stirring before sunrise until to the settled darkness of deepening night, through conflicts (with a vexing yet much loved teenager, for one) [...]
Points of meeting
Skimming the headlines, I see this: "Finding order in the chaos of currents." I wonder if it's referring to something like Bernie Glassman's Order of Disorder. Somehow I don't think so. Quite a project, this [...]
Salon des Mots
An open invitation to anyone who will be in Utrecht on Oct. 10: I'm reading my work in this event: Salon des Mots - Season Premiere Saturday October 10 20h Atelier de Werkvloer Brigittenstraat 7 [...]
Crossing the bridge at Jaurès
Last night crossing the bridge at Jaurès, I see the half-moon brilliant over the Canal St. Martin. As the light floods me in the cool dark, I am fathomless as the ocean, without border or [...]
Over my shoulder, a chestnut tree
This afternoon I cross the Montparnasse cemetery, sit for awhile on a bench. The trees are so splendid! Already in the crowded Metro moments before I had been filled with joy, riding with the others, [...]
Make do with everything
It's the day before the first day of autumn. A friend abroad has brought news that his wife is expecting their second child. My old aunt is seriously ill in America. France is abuzz with [...]
Waiting freely
I come to a page and wait for the words. As they come and don't I know that they come and don't but I don't know when or how or what. I only must not [...]
