tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83161281797354710692011-07-24T21:11:51.561-07:00Ceasar's in the Bardowaterwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538373496287713471noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316128179735471069.post-91582997094624672112009-03-12T23:19:00.000-07:002010-11-10T10:37:40.446-08:00The forty-ninth day. I had become so use to having you around my friend. We had been together since you were four weeks old. Seven years is a dream a phantom a flash of lightning in a night sky. It's all a dream within a dream.My Buddhist friends of the Sangha tell me your rebirth is now complete. That I should trust that you have had an auspicious rebirth, perhaps in the human realm where you waterwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538373496287713471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316128179735471069.post-45555531423594667832009-03-10T13:53:00.000-07:002009-03-10T14:05:32.660-07:00waterwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538373496287713471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316128179735471069.post-5406357477855506112009-03-10T08:47:00.000-07:002009-03-10T13:38:35.827-07:00Behold the glow of the moonillumine the world's four quartersperfect light in perfect spacea radiance that purifiespeople say it waxes and wanesbut I don't see it fadejust like a magic pearlit shines both night and day Cold Mountainwaterwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538373496287713471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316128179735471069.post-27006805839872194212009-03-10T00:27:00.000-07:002009-03-10T00:28:44.788-07:00waterwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538373496287713471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316128179735471069.post-27483957747386587952009-03-09T22:27:00.000-07:002009-03-13T00:44:59.381-07:00Sitting straight up on the warm rocks, saying nothingWe gazed at that dragonfly, a string of smoke rising from Twocat mountainThe mind slows to a stop when tiredNo need to chant, no need to sit in meditation. (WATERWAY)______________________________________________________________________Our body is like lighting, there one moment, then gone.Like the luxuriant foliage of spring, which turns waterwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538373496287713471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316128179735471069.post-16211401066843228862009-03-08T10:13:00.000-07:002009-03-10T08:38:11.903-07:00SeeingDharma Master Chih saw Dharma Master Yuan on the street of butchers and asked, "Do you see the butchers slaughtering the sheep?"Dharma Master Yuan said, "My eyes are not blind. How could I not see them?"Dharma Master Chih said, "Master Yuan, you are saying you see it!"Master Yuan said, "You're seeing it on top of seeing it!"CommentaryThis passage comes from the "Bodhidharma Anthology," a waterwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538373496287713471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316128179735471069.post-20409069350464165582009-02-27T22:56:00.000-08:002009-03-10T00:38:39.309-07:00Tracks in the EarthSammy and I went to the river. We took the long trail just below Moody Ridge. It was a bit muddy and slippery. Everything was fresh, wet and smelled like cedar, pines and earth. We've been going to all the places the three of us used to go to. Sammy ran off chasing a deer two thirds of the way down the trail, we met up at the river. He doesn't stay away long without you to run with Ceasar. I waterwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538373496287713471noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316128179735471069.post-20784654999086751172009-02-24T11:57:00.000-08:002009-03-08T12:55:13.716-07:00ConnectionsIt's been sixteen days Ceasar. Thirty-three more and then, release.waterwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04538373496287713471noreply@blogger.com0