Just Sitting

Just Sitting * The Way is perfect and all-pervading. How could it be contingent upon practice and realization? . . . What is the use of going off here and there to practice?   ~ Eihei Dogen   Are your lessons done? ~ Leonard Cohen   We come to winter sesshin...

DOWN

Here's a poem from Joseph Ceravolo from Spring in This World of Poor Mutts, 1968: DOWN    The rain falls down down and jumps       jumps in my eye as everyone I know is sleeping by the heaviest drops.

Family Dollar

 My family inheritance: Reading, writing, the woods, theatre, music, dance, the sea, art. Fight for the cause, fairness for all. Father polite, mother outspoken. Dr. Kings’ saying about being willing to die for what you believe in, glued to my childhood wall....

by pASS

  By clearly seeing the extremes of experience, you learn to scout the middle way.   ~Judith Lief                                        Lion’s Roar                                      Nov. 9, 2016   Flakes, thick and float. Giddy, I take pictures with my phone as I...

Finding a Body : On the Path

Steve and I went to a yoga retreat on our first weekend away together. Ojo Caliente. Our plan was to stop at Hokoji Zendo. Steve made fresh carrot juice and picked me up in his raspberry Chevy. We stopped at this giant crack in the earth. I can barely see the Rio...

dropped pottery : meetings with the first noble truth

  I’ve been collecting outside evidence of the Buddha’s “First Noble Truth”, which is inspired here by Allen Ginsberg in his great poem/song, “Gospel Noble Truths”: “Born in this world You got to suffer Everything changes You got no soul...” *   I’ve been...

The Heart Sutra

LIVING BODY doesn’t have to be a burden. Look closely. Hello, hello. Who are you? What do you do? We pump at her as if she were a well. We tell pain, Go away! You don’t matter! You don’t exist! The body thinks She wants me gone...and tries to flee, creates a dis cord...

Returning

   Last Wednesday. The dogs. Mostly lost. Zippy, Jack Russell, in the alley ran zig- zagging and in circles. Got him into our yard, until his person came. Wire-haired terrier raced across Mountain View. When I returned Sally to her yard, later that day, after a moment...

Katharine Kaufman

Katharine Kaufman

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