honest zen mystics might (in modality-speak) be preferable to dishonest, lying, scheming xtian ones, ala the Kirby O's of the lit biz. Alas Zensters usually belong to a mafia as well.
ed thanks for the un:ravel()ing the background so to speak
i stand rather dumb but in a state of admiration for your courage to revive and play at this odd activity we know as life shirt inside out or not
i suppose you're right in saying nature doesn't care i remember i was flyfishing one night in a backwater place in northern MN hearing the trout rise and trying to cast to what i heard and at one point i was aware that nobody in the world knew exactly where i was i could make a wrong step i was already up to my nuts in cold water and i'd be gone for days and the awareness i had: nothing around me cares made me stop fishing and get back to the car but then i thought well there's the fact that i love nature i love the water the sound of night coming on in the summer
my human nature and the natural world work something out even if it is only a poem there is something gratuitous in the beauty it swells in the soul
i'm a god fearin man and i detect his embrace his graciousness in the bosom of mother nature
short of being an animist i respect the understanding of the native american and any people whose lives are worked out very close to the demands and gifts of the natural world
that we are able to derive so much sustenance from the planet we live on and so much joy and so much terrible beauty...forces the mind to at least ask
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a little back-ground on my piece:
Cid Corman and 12,000 other people have translated Basho's (famous) poem..
http://www.bopsecrets.org/gateway/passages/basho-frog.htm
the year Cid died (March,12,2004) many other friends died priorly..
most of them poets/artists... in a sense all re:siding in the same "pond"
an added depth/meaning: frogs especially the old bulls "croak" to attract a frogette to mate with..
so besides 'that', to "croak" =s to "die"
so. to. continue.: living/diein//birth/death
all of this natural happenstancings - Nature doesn't care about
my stroke in 2003 freed me from the fear of death
now, every-other-day my shirt is right-side out.
honest zen mystics
might (in modality-speak)
be preferable to
dishonest, lying, scheming
xtian ones, ala
the Kirby O's of the lit biz.
Alas Zensters usually belong to a mafia as well.
Hitler or Stalin, y'all
ed
thanks for the un:ravel()ing
the background so to speak
i stand rather dumb but in a state of admiration
for your courage to
revive and play at this
odd activity
we know as life
shirt inside out or not
i suppose you're right in saying nature doesn't care
i remember i was flyfishing one night in a backwater place in northern MN hearing the trout rise and trying to cast to what i heard
and at one point i was aware that
nobody in the world knew exactly where i was
i could make a wrong step
i was already up to my nuts in cold water
and i'd be gone for days and the awareness i had:
nothing around me cares
made me stop fishing and get back to the car
but then i thought
well there's the fact that i love
nature i love the water the sound of night coming on in the summer
my human nature and the natural world work something out
even if it is only a poem
there is something gratuitous
in the beauty
it swells in the soul
i'm a god fearin man
and i detect his embrace
his graciousness
in the bosom of mother nature
short of being an animist
i respect the understanding
of the native american
and any people whose lives
are worked out very close
to the demands and gifts of the natural world
that we are able to derive so much sustenance from the planet we live on and so much joy and so much terrible beauty...forces the mind to at least ask
from whence cometh all this {?}
My first re:action:
It is a sacred trust
Where everything resides/depends upon
full moon
in her garden
peeing
(etc
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