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(no subject) [Dec. 30th, 2006|10:49 am]
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when the joy had left your body
and you were locked in to your own thoughts
you used to love to sit by the water
and watch it lapping on the rocks
and every time you put your feet in
you'd cry out and you would pray
but it's all downhill from here baby
so naturally, i can't stay

first you'll roll your eyes to heaven
say you never had love so divine
but it will go from
more than ever
to not enough
in no time
you will push and
you will push until
you push me away
i hear you cry out for your water
and i know you'll curse it someday

i guess for me
there's been a few
who've walked up smiling
and drawn a line
between so far
and from now on
yes a big glowing
line in time
and i've been disappointed
i've been heartbroken
yes i too have
loved from afar
but we are 78% water
even our pumping hearts

- Ani DiFranco, 78% H2O, from the album Reprieve

open discussion [Dec. 27th, 2006|12:01 am]
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I probably won't do this often (or ever again?) but I'm opening comments in this community. I've noticed a lot more watchers in the last few months! I'm grateful for that but at the same time I've found my own interests gradually shifting from Taoism to Zen. Anyone who's looked at either of these will probably feel as I do, that the actually philosophical differences are pretty light and unimportant. But I wanted to openly pose the question, especially since I've accumulated more texts on Zen than Taoism. Would you good folks feel cheated by more Zen in a "taoist" community? - do you feel I should make a newly-named community? - or do you just not care at all?
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A Cup of Tea [Dec. 26th, 2006|08:26 am]
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Nan-in, a Japanese master during the Meiji era (1868-1912), received a university professor who came to inquire about Zen.

Nan-in served tea. He poured his visitor's cup full, and then kept on pouring.

The professor watched the overflow until he no longer could restrain himself. "It is overfull. No more will go in!"

"Like this cup," Nan-in said, "you are full of your own opinions and speculations. How can I show you Zen unless you first empty your cup?"

- Zen Flesh, Zen Bones

(no subject) [Dec. 23rd, 2006|09:34 pm]
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"A Supermarket in California" by Allen Ginsberg [Dec. 4th, 2006|06:37 pm]
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What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whit-
man, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees
with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.
In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images,
I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of
your enumerations!
What peaches and what penumbras! Whole fam-
ilies shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives
in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes!--and you,
García Lorca, what were you doing down by the

I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old
grubber, poking among the meats in the refrigerator
and eyeing the grocery boys.
I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed
the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my
I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of
cans following you, and followed in my imagination
by the store detective.
We strode down the open corridors together in
our solitary fancy tasting artichokes, possessing every
frozen delicacy, and never passing the cashier.
Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors
close in an hour. Which way does your beard point
(I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the
supermarket and feel absurd.)
Will we walk all night through solitary streets?
The trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses,
we'll both be lonely.
Will we stroll dreaming ofthe lost America of love
past blue automobiles in driveways, home to our silent
Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-
teacher, what America did you have when Charon quit
poling his ferry and you got out on a smoking bank
and stood watching the boat disappear on the black
waters of Lethe?

Berkeley 1955

from www.overduemedia.com [Nov. 26th, 2006|12:18 am]
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(no subject) [Nov. 10th, 2006|04:39 pm]
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A drunken man who falls out of a cart, though he may suffer, does not die. His bones are the same as other people's; but he meets his accident in a different way. His spirit is in a condition of security. He is not conscious of riding in the cart; neither is he conscious of falling out of it. Ideas of life, death, fear, etc., cannot penetrate his breast; and so he does not suffer from contact with objective existences.

- Chuang Tzu

(no subject) [Oct. 24th, 2006|06:11 pm]
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For travelling by water there is nothing like a boat. For travelling by land there is nothing like a cart. This is because a boat moves readily in water; but were you to try to push it onto land you would never succeed in making it go. Now ancient and modern times may be likened to water and land; Chou and Lu [provinces of China] to the boat and cart. To make the customs of Chou succeed in Lu is like pushing a boat on land: great trouble and no result, except certain injury to oneself....

Dress up a monkey in the robes of Chou Kung, and it will not be happy until they are torn to shreds. And the difference between past and present is much the same as the difference between Chou Kung and a monkey.

- Chuang Tzu

(no subject) [Oct. 21st, 2006|08:07 am]
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"A society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they shall never sit in."

--Greek proverb

(no subject) [Oct. 20th, 2006|10:53 pm]
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A flower master begins the lesson by cautiously untying the bast which holds together the flowers and sprays of blossoms, and laying it to one side carefully rolled up. Then he inspects the sprays one by one, picks out the best by repeated examination, cautiously bends them into the form which exactly corresponds to the role they are to play, and finally places them together in an exquisite vase. The completed picture looks just as if the Master has guessed what Nature had glimpsed in dark dreams.

- Eugen Herrigel, Zen in the Art of Archery

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