“Please stop your day, September 20, and join with the wise voices of our Courageous Young People”. “Remember, as adults in the September 20th Climate Strike and Week of Climate Action, our role is to support and amplify the voices of young people”
May I find the Courage to withstand the crumbling of my
delusions so that the light of right understanding guides me on a life path absent of greed, anger, and ignorance.
” ‘To find a pathway absent of greed, anger, and ignorance’ messages hope that there is indeed a way of life that leads out of this petrified forest in which there looms gigantic trees twisted and bent by an ego intent on creating a self- referenced world. Each tree has been tagged with a label that takes possession of it through the identification of “my memory”, “my feelings”, “my ideas”, or “my dreams”. Circling the trees are multiple pathways carved out by the anger of unmet desires and covered over by entangled vines driven by a need to satiate an unquenchable thirst. For years I have wandered in the shadows of this forest unable to see that it is of my own creation.
I come to a place where I envision myself eagerly before bookshelves, my eyes lightly and briefly touching upon one book’s title and then another, feeling their words tickle my thoughts until I surrender to their unspoken promises. Once engaged by the promising nature of a title, it is hope that opens a book jacket and begins another journey through pages. With the turning of each page, desire seeks the experience of validation within the configuration of a writer’s text. All of this, I believe, is driven by memory traces of how the words of unknown authors enfolded my emotional self as they alleviated the subsequent emotional chaos that followed the death of my father when I was three years old.
Later, literature provided me with alternate threads by which to darn a harmonious, yet delusional, understanding of death, of fatherless children, of a family.”
~B C Koeford (A Meditative Journey with Saldage)
With blooms of pampas grass
for markers
I push my way along,
no trace of the trail
I vaguely remembered.
~Saigyō (cited: B Watson, Poems of a Mountain Home)
Come again,
if you don’t mind
pushing your way through
dewy eulalia blossoms
to reach this twig-bound hut.
~Ryokan (cited: K Tanahashi, Sky Above Great Wind)
Riding within summer’s breeze with nothing to do, nothing to realize, no program, no goal to achieve…aimlessness.
image submitted in response to Travel with Intention’s six word saturday’s photo and word challenge.
day-light moon
silently searching
world healing
Looking at the moon and stars we are seeing our own mind.
Thich Nhát Hanh, The Other Shore
Week 28 Story Telling: Your Culture (Photographers participating in the challenge come from nearly every country and culture. Tell us the story of your culture.)
Image submitted in response to Dogwood Photography’s annual 52-week photography challenge.
Week 27 Inspiration: Gratitude (What are you grateful for? Show us.)
Image submitted in response to Dogwood Photography’s annual 52-week photography challenge.
All know that the drop merges into the ocean,
but few know that the ocean merges into the drop.
~Kabir Das
The river and its waves are one surf:
where is the difference between the river and its waves?
When the wave rises, it is the water;
and when it falls, it is the same water again.
Tell me, Sir, where is the distinction?
Because it has been named as wave,
shall it no longer be considered as water?
~Kabir Das (One Hundred Poems by Kabir, Trans: Rabindranath Tagore)
a meditative journey 
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