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Nonidiomatic: New Poetry, April 2015
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Sunday, April 12, 2015. New Poetry, April 2015. How to Tell if You’re Enlightened. The sparrow’s song. All the world’s sadness;. Your sorrow, it’s happiness. But, for a while at least,. You’re surprised to discover. That, even if you passed. Your life in loneliness,. Every love poem was written. And, at last aware of your place. In the sea of delusion,. You keep on swimming. It may be your astounding gall;. Your acting like you know it all. Or how you seem so self-assured. When humility’s preferred.
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Nonidiomatic: November 2014
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Sunday, November 30, 2014. Her life is read aloud with the Great Canon of St. Andrew of Crete at the following Thursday’s matins. . It can be an emotional experience to be confronted with the image of her radical repentance. It can also be an occasion for modern people like me to come up against elements of her tale that raise more questions than they answer. I’ll review her story for the benefit of those unfamiliar with it. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). With a little help from my friends.
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Nonidiomatic: June 2015
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Monday, June 8, 2015. 8220;The conflict dates from the day when one man, flying in the face of appearance, perceived that the forces of nature are no more unalterably fixed in their orbits than the stars themselves, but that their serene arrangement around us depicts the flow of a tremendous tide—the day on which a first voice rang out, crying to Mankind peacefully slumbering on the raft of Earth, ‘We are moving! We are going forward! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). With a little help from my friends.
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Nonidiomatic: January 2015
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Sunday, January 18, 2015. New Poetry, January 2015. I took my seat upon the zafu:. Dhyana mudra, spine upright. I figured pretty soon I’d get to. Shine with kensho-ish delight. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). With a little help from my friends. My First Teacher Was a Rabbi. Late Afternoon thoughts about Zen in America, Or, at least, a Small Corner of the Project. Mother’s Day Flowers. I meant the things I did. New Poetry, January 2015. View my complete profile. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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Nonidiomatic: December 2014
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Tuesday, December 30, 2014. Recent Poetry, Late 2014. Morning Commute, 10/7/14. A funny thing happened. As I donned my helmet. And rain gear this morning:. My mind sped back. Thirty millennia to a. Of mine- I’ll call him Og-. Seated in his cave by the fire,. Looking out at the stars. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). With a little help from my friends. My First Teacher Was a Rabbi. Late Afternoon thoughts about Zen in America, Or, at least, a Small Corner of the Project. Mother’s Day Flowers.
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Nonidiomatic: May 2014
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Sunday, May 25, 2014. New Poetry, May 2014. Scumbag Perceives the Universe. Say I’m the worst of humankind,. Daily sinning in my mind. And body. Nothing any good. A curse upon the neighborhood. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). With a little help from my friends. My First Teacher Was a Rabbi. Late Afternoon thoughts about Zen in America, Or, at least, a Small Corner of the Project. Mother’s Day Flowers. I meant the things I did. New Poetry, May 2014. View my complete profile.
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Nonidiomatic: July 2014
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Tuesday, July 15, 2014. Chastity in the Age of Lust. To say that I seldom agree with the right-wing New York Times. Columnist Ross Douthat would be an understatement. But then, I’m surprised how often it happens that just when I’m ready to write someone off completely they’ll expose my small-mindedness by saying something . Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). With a little help from my friends. My First Teacher Was a Rabbi. Late Afternoon thoughts about Zen in America, Or, at least, a Small Corner of the Project.
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Nonidiomatic: The Harlot Kōan
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Sunday, November 30, 2014. Her life is read aloud with the Great Canon of St. Andrew of Crete at the following Thursday’s matins. It can be an emotional experience to be confronted with the image of her radical repentance. It can also be an occasion for modern people like me to come up against elements of her tale that raise more questions than they answer. I’ll review her story for the benefit of those unfamiliar with it. The Life of Our Holy Mother Mary of Egypt. On arriving in Jerusalem she followed t...
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Nonidiomatic: When Truths Collide
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Monday, June 8, 2015. 8220;The conflict dates from the day when one man, flying in the face of appearance, perceived that the forces of nature are no more unalterably fixed in their orbits than the stars themselves, but that their serene arrangement around us depicts the flow of a tremendous tide—the day on which a first voice rang out, crying to Mankind peacefully slumbering on the raft of Earth, ‘We are moving! We are going forward! Words fail in the face of it, yet, as words are what we have to use in...
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Nonidiomatic: January 2014
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Friday, January 31, 2014. An article from the Guardian. By Chris Arnade entitled The People Who Challenged My Atheism Most Were Drug Addicts and Prostitutes. The article, which was posted widely, generated a lot more conversation than I would have imagined. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). With a little help from my friends. My First Teacher Was a Rabbi. Late Afternoon thoughts about Zen in America, Or, at least, a Small Corner of the Project. Mother’s Day Flowers. I meant the things I did.
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