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  A monk asked the priest Kan-feng:
-Bhagavats in the ten directions got one straight road to Nirvana. I dare to ask where that road is?
Kan-feng lifted up his staff, drew a line in the air, and said:
-Here it is.
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AUTUNM
chontri:
It's autumn now
Just stop the mouse
Breathe the cool air.

DavidLeong:
Arrival of Coolness
But the Cat is still keeping its job
The mouse is finally zazen, what a relief indeed.

shayne:
i was just outside enjoying the whipping wind.
that count?
haha

Charles:
leaves lightly touched
with brown, gold and red,
fluttering and rustling

Doreen:
I enjoyed the posts - I enjoy the season.
My eldest granddaughter is named "Autumn".
Everyone loves Autumn. :-)

Zorbas:
You speak so little now. I'm your brother, mother, and son.

zbishak:
Hello zorb, Another trinity?
Interdimentional inbreeding, could possibly qualify one as numericaly illitrate.

Master Zen:
it's still summer in Diego-, hotter than crap, sweat'n like a pig-oink! oink!

Zorbas:
Sorry zbis, You'll have to talk down to me.

lehish:
cool drizzling olympia

lehish:
warm sweet potato

Zorbas:
Oh, I understand potatos! Does the pural form have an s or es? O.k. so my writing is no so good. spell check would sure be nice here on this forum. I might not sound like a dumb butt.

zbishak:
If one dont count, there's no 'down'.

Zorbas:
Yes, but is that really possible with us frail men????

»lehish:
spell check says es, but spell check's confused ;)

»shayne:
ah....this is not about smartness. nor spellchecking shit.
either your mind or better yet attention is unfixed and you can look and go anywhere and not be lost.
of couse the mind is already free. we just dont know it.
so words point too?
and being smart points too?
not smart.

lehish:
perhaps called shayne relax?

shayne:
i couldnt relax anymore or id be dead. haha

Woodsman:
Hitchiker Buddha, goin' down the road, this way right, this way wrong.
He's not alone, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, he's not alone, uh-uh-uh.

fatnhappy:
thats a good start woods :)

Lynn:
If we were not doing this, what would we be doing?

Woodsman:
Making snow angels.

Woodsman:
So as the typical clueless person goes, "snow angels?" "what the hell is he talking about snow angels, in September for?" "what the...?" "why...the?" So the typical clueless person goes, on and about its duties, when all the while wants to be making snow angels, as a child, in the sunny snow, with a friend, maybe so it goes.

Woodsman:
then it gets a little warm out and all the snow melts away
there

zbishak:
From Zorbas Yes, but is that really possible with us frail men??????
When one is brother, mother and son, by default they don’t count.
Frail? The drops of rain that would flood the valley and take the lives of all within.
The flame on a candle, that would be extinguished by a single breath, can reduce an entire forrest to ashes.
Fear of failure, of being a nothing, of ordinariness, may cause frail men to create clouds of possibilities. Attaching themselves to dreams of becoming great men of Zen, traped in a prision of forever seeking acknowledgement for their great insights, suceeding only in obscuring the never absent clear blue sky.
Frail, is far to heavy and complex for this ordinary man to carry.

lehish:
happened when reading word 'frail'?

zbishak:
Now, was too long ago to remember, and too subtle to grasp to tell.

Zorbas:
I still will take the one word over the eighty you just laid on me.
But thanks Bro!

Zorbas:
Oh, look! to starting to rain.

lehish:
>Now, was too long ago to remember, and too subtle to grasp to tell.<

yet posted as though remembered grasping:

>Frail? The drops of rain that would flood the valley and take the lives of all within. The flame on a candle, that would be extinguished by a single breath, can reduce an entire forrest to ashes.
Fear of failure, of being a nothing, of ordinariness, may cause frail men to create clouds of possibilities. Attaching themselves to dreams of becoming great men of Zen, traped in a prision of forever seeking acknowledgement for their great insights, suceeding only in obscuring the never absent clear blue sky.<

Frail, is far to heavy and complex for this ordinary man to carry<

zbishak:
From lehish ////happened when reading word 'frail'? ////

"us"

////yet posted as though remembered grasping://///

"I left the girl there," said Tanzan. "Are you still carrying her?"

lehish:
>"us"<

>Frail? The drops of rain that would flood the valley and take the lives of all within. The flame on a candle, that would be extinguished by a single breath, can reduce an entire forrest to ashes. Fear of failure, of being a nothing, of ordinariness, may cause frail men to create clouds of possibilities. Attaching themselves to dreams of becoming great men of Zen, traped in a prision of forever seeking acknowledgement for their great insights, suceeding only in obscuring the never absent clear blue sky.<

Frail, is far to heavy and complex for this ordinary man to carry<

were carrying word 'us'?

zbishak:
It was never mine to have, as you had asked for it, when given, attached to it, you can do with it whatever you please.

fatnhappy:
woods im in suspense , would you mind finishing your song :) was as comforting as listening to the breeeeeeeeeZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz in the treeeeeeeeeezzzzzzzz.driping color to the endless seas of leaves crunching life as life crushes back , in waiting . this soul sees the autumn freedom draggging piles only to jump in em . scattered again as i laugh with my friend.why you ask cause you got love to lend.

lehish:
>you had asked for it, when given, attached to it<

no

Doreen:
Hello all, I've been gone for awhile - went to New Mexico to help my aunt - she had a stroke, but she seems to be doing better now.
You are right Keith, we are all each other's family - we need to take care of each other.

Woodsman:
Go-goin' down, with the clown, on the east, side of town goin' up, to the west, with a smile, as at rest,
goin' back down, with a frown, on the east side of town
who can guess, what is best, when it's all, but a jest?
But if it just, is a jest, judge the whole, by the rest?
I mean if it's jest, when at rest, but the just, is a must?
When the room is a mess kickin' dust, is a fuss?
Let it set-set-set-set-set-set-set-set-tle out
Let it set-set-set-set-set-set-set-set-tle in
Let is sh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-!
sh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-!

Woodsman:
kadoom, kid-ap
kadoom, kid-ap
kadoom-kiddle ap-pap-pap-pap-pap
kadoom-kiddle ap-pap-pap-pap-padoom

fatnhappy:
thanx :)

zbishak:
Hello leshish,
>no<

no? Could be this old man is a little feeble and not so sharp in comprehension and did not clearly see what you were wanting when you did ask,,, “happened when reading word 'frail'?”

lehish:
>happened when reading word 'frail'?<

was referring posted seeming ideas word 'frail':
> Frail? The drops of rain that would flood the valley and take the lives of all within. The flame on a candle, that would be extinguished by a single breath, can reduce an entire forrest to ashes.
Fear of failure, of being a nothing, of ordinariness, may cause frail men to create clouds of possibilities. Attaching themselves to dreams of becoming great men of Zen, traped in a prision of forever seeking acknowledgement for their great insights, suceeding only in obscuring the never absent clear blue sky
Frail, is far to heavy and complex for this ordinary man to carry<

>Could be this old man is a little feeble and not so sharp in comprehension and did not clearly see what you were wanting when you did ask<

hehe...not think any that zbishak :D

zbishak:
Its spring here
a light shower in the heart of night
the old house creaks.

miwuwei:
fresh plucked earth smells like the coming home once!brought in some yellow quince+marrons to raost ,red big apples to seduce the naiv princes+get rid of wannabe dramaqueens,red wildwine+the last raisingrapes,corn,cosmeas,young kittens allover+bushytails sleepybigeyemouses,last warm sunrays....spring promise by the planted flowerbulbs,...even a delicious melancholia camed back in time!autumn!

zbishak:
Hello Leshish,
Where my old friend zorba did so kindly tether me with himself to some notion of frailty, I did just say a few words that I saw at the time as to why it is an outfit far to exotic for this old man to carry.
He did keep just one word from that garble of verbosity. And clearly, for to have, and know one, there must be two, otherwise there’s no one to know it.
Frail not unlike ‘free’. In the absence of a prison, what needs freedom to be had, and known, to cling to. Those who would claim to be free, may unwittingly carry with them a prison of doubt and the conflict to prove its existence is theirs.
Whether one thinks or not, there is sensory perception of existence. Because it just is, it may be said to be inherently positive in it’s nature. For a negative to exist one must think it into being, as the freedom that needs contrived expression.

lotushand:
Yes cool for some and warm for others. Yin & Yang and their eternal affair.
Greetings from the land of Oz.
:)

Doreen:
Hello lotushand,
So it's warming up downunder, eh? Yes, we are yin and yang of the seasons.
The trees are starting to change color here - you walk along the road and see a flash of vivid red, or gold or oranage. Like the final flash of a candle flame before it sputters out. On my walks along the country roads here, I pass some corn stalks that haven't been cut down - they are all brown and rustle in the wind...voices of the dead.
One of my pumpkins that I grew got to be at least 70-80 lbs - it is huge! I am trying to decide when to pull it from the vine - when the frost is on it? :-) The funny thing is, for all the vines and flowers that came from my pumpkin seeds, there were really only a few pumpkins.
But that was all the pumpkin I needed - and I truly enjoyed the vines, treadles and the big yellow flowers from the pumpkin vines... soon to be gone.

lotushand:
Hi Doreen, I am glad to hear you enjoy being in your little garden. I guess you must live in Maine area. Here where I live semi-tropical climate the wet season has just started, it's stormy and warm 25-30 deg. That's spring, capricious but giving (yang), very much like Autumn (yin).
?? Wen hao,
Gerard :)

shayne:
yeah the trees look awsome.
me and my girlfriend are always looking at em.
their dying ya know.
small death.
beauty in death?
can be.

Doreen:
Actually, I live in Pennsylvania. Not too far from Gettysburg, speaking of death. I looked at one older house to buy (they are cheaper and have much more character)that was a pre-civil war house; turns out that Lee's army (from the south) had marched on the road right by the house (it was on a corner of crossroads). We were tempted to buy, but the town wouldn't let me conduct a business there - oh well.
And yes, I believe there can be beauty in death - I think Autumn teaches us that every year.

Death is just a transition.

shayne:
yeah pa too.
bloomsburg.
so you know how pretty it can be.
im still here even though im a summer boy.

Doreen:
What do you do in winter?
Blessings

shayne:
hybernate.
haha.
read, catch colds, though im highly considering doing yoga again.
post here alot.
haha.
im getting back into indoor paintball after xmas....maybe.
need some exercise. becoming stagnant.
so.

Doreen:
Yoga is cool - I loved it when I could take a class twice a week at my work - but I'm long gone form there...
I try to do some at home - not quite the same - I can cheat..:-)

shayne:
not flexialbe i am.
lol.
but thats not the point or aim.
i have no aim in yoga.
tai chi rocks if done right.
stuart olson is good.
alot of chi work.

CT & Visitor 09/09/2004


 



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