In a Kettle Dream

Awareness watching awareness

2007-01-14T05:31:00.000-08:00

Awareness watching awareness
Watching awareness watching awareness
Awareness watching awareness watching awareness

Blind alleys and
Conceptual cul de sacs
Machinations of foolish minds
Linguistic regression of the dumbest kind.

Beware the fool
In expert's clothing.

When you meet Ramana

2007-01-12T10:46:00.000-08:00

For years Buddha's people have been reminded that if they meet the Buddha on the road they must cut him down. Isn't it about time Ramana's people were told something similar?

Today is not today

2007-01-10T04:50:00.000-08:00

Yesterday is not yesterday
Tomorrow is not tomorrow
Nor for that matter is
Today today

Machinations of the mind

2006-12-22T02:00:00.000-08:00

Making patterns,
not making patterns,
both are machinations of the mind.

Remember to switch it off,
when you are finished.

not two

2006-12-21T04:47:00.000-08:00

not two but
one
or three,
or even more,
it's not that cut and dry.

Appropriateness

2006-12-20T09:25:00.000-08:00

The single source shines clearly in the light,
The branching streams flow out in darkness,

Fire heats, wind moves, water wets, earth stands firm,
While things have an appropriate time,
They all return to the one.

Ancient Hill

2006-12-20T04:53:00.000-08:00

The ancient hill beckons, silently.
Throngs of people arrive every feast day and on earliest excuse days,
They circumambulate, and, when they depart, their rubbish abounds.
The ancient hill beckons, still.

Passing time

2006-12-17T15:24:00.000-08:00

As winter dawns, pain is my constant companion.
Since I have no school, I have no meeting house. No longer fooled, I am just passing time.
Sun rises, moon sets and, if the morning mist subsides, the hill behind this residence is clearly seen.

No sect please

2006-12-16T16:49:00.000-08:00

"What is your lineage?"

No sect, no school, no method, no transmission.

"So, why am I here?"

Perhaps you are looking for the bright smile which celebrates our common nature.

Cooling senses

2006-12-16T03:01:00.000-08:00

The waterfall's cascade of sound fades to whisper and then falls silent under the cooling touch of winter. All senses silent, emptiness pervades the universe.

Sun by day, moon by night

2006-12-16T01:44:00.000-08:00

They say, "Sun by day, moon by night." Does it take a genius to see it?

...and yet,

how often must this same cycle pass before that certain immediacy dawns?

Bottled Geese and Iron Sticks

2006-12-15T15:33:00.000-08:00

How long does it take to release the goose from the bottle?

Look at the sun break through those dark clouds.

I heard that you have to dwell on it for years.

I sense you are looking for an iron stick to chew.

Dog in the mist

2006-12-15T08:36:00.000-08:00

The dog traces his master through thick morning mist
Although sight unseen, it matters not

Seen, unseen, his chosen path is ever clear.

Go straight

2006-12-15T08:27:00.000-08:00

"Which is the path?"

"Look over that fence!"

"That's not what I mean."

"Hmm. Well that path leads directly to the administrative center."

Welcome to Kettle Dream

2006-12-15T05:35:00.000-08:00

Kettle Dream at blogspot. First post.

Windy days. Marks on the landscape. Barriers lie abandoned. Water drips, dripping slowly at first, soon wend their way at an increasingly alarming rate. From drip to cascade in the blink of a cosmic eye. Unkempt. Ignored. Undone.