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 in the emptiness of my heart

the bliss of all beings

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north to rome – by pd lyons


we took the train north to Rome
started with sweat and bullets
wishing for a better meal next stop
village by village dust bells along
following the steady steel rhythm

hours drift lulling with common motion
 landscapes we have come to know
keep pace as we imagined
being closer than we ever were
before leaving

Reggio Calabria

 

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don’t blame jesus for your stupid shit


so where in your book does Jesus say to exclude and persecute? does he promote the attacking of those who are different? does he say rebel against Cesar? does he say thanks peter for chopping that guys ear off now can you finish him for me – hes a pagan after all. does he say no women, does he say lepers deserve their state for past sins – no help for them. does he say get these beggars out of my sight. does he say any of the hate stuff that i hear so much these days? know what he says – treat each other like you would treat me. be like little children. be peaceful. forgive as you would be forgiven…. Jesus never said stupid shit.

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might be a moment in winter by pd lyons


 

 

 

might be a moment in winter
a tinsel a star gone astray
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maybe first colour of Autumn
geese not yet on the wing
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might be your birthday’s in April
someone with curls in their hair
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or maybe someone with roses
whistling all summery with out a care?
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there’s not really any rhyme or reason
not really any way to prepare
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whenever I cry I see you
whenever I cry you’re still there

 

nameless red rose

nameless red rose

may all who journey…


 

nameless red rose

nameless red rose

One day the Buddha held up a flower in front of an audience of 1,250 monks and nuns. He did not say anything for quite a long time. The audience was perfectly silent. Everyone seemed to be thinking hard, trying to see the meaning behind the Buddha’s gesture. Then, suddenly, the Buddha smiled. He smiled because someone in the audience smiled at him and at the flower. . . . To me the meaning is quite simple. When someone holds up a flower and shows it to you, he wants you to see it. If you keep thinking, you miss the flower. The person who was not thinking, who was just himself, was able to encounter the flower in depth, and he smiled. That is the problem of life. If we are not fully ourselves, truly in the present moment, we miss everything.

 

                                DSC_3742                       – Thich Nhat Hanh, in Peace Is Every Step

 

herbal 21.sept.


decanted another batch of st. johns. picked some more elderberries for making gifts for friends and family. still havent figured out what to do with the sloes. they arent ready to pick until the first hard frost which i hope is still a ways off. shelly is going to find a recipe for the rowan fruits so that will have some jam to go with my new bread making skills. as soon as we get a jug of vodka we can put up some hawthorn tincture.

tried to get some work done do in the village today but a sharp wind and bit of rain made it a no go.  spent some time at the church yard. visiting those that have gone on. thinking about the autumn of the year and of my own years.

nameless red rose

nameless red rose

back home round lunch time. sun broke through at about half two. hence the berry picking as well as cutting another rose from the just joey and some of the nameless red rose i got for two euros this past spring. so far it must have had two dozen flowers.

just joey and buddha

just joey and buddha

todays yoga music was silence, not the perfect kind, the real kind, you know the silence of wind blowing hedges against the house, dogs barking in the distance the occasional twitter of small birds, my own steady breath, the shadows moving with the afternoon sun and passing whispers of now white clouds.

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