The Seven-Point Mind Training Kyabje Pabongka Rinpoche From the appendices of Mind Training like the Rays of the Sun, translated into Vietnamese by Anh Ho.
02-28-08 unspoken
unspoken words caught and cradled protective arm, against chest glance across miles echoing them in my mind in my heart
Mitikas
the highest peak on mount olympus is Mitikas at 2919 meters high. source for this item was a shot provided by a new friend. the second such scene, this one followed, i believe, because i had at one point stated the view was ‘compelling’. that this second shot did, indeed, follow, still makes me smile for what it portends.
looking for trouble
not content to be a compulsive writer, i find myself tonight studying various poetic forms. hah. i am looking for trouble, of course. boredom sends me seeking challenges and in the well of over 300 forms of poetic possibility, there is plenty to be found. i decide upon sonnets because they are at once short and structured. the various types – italian, english, subsets therein, offer flexibility in the form that will be enjoyable as well as demanding. now to decide upon topics. i chunk it all into the hopper of the great la brea in the back of my […]
thoughts on Eucatastrophe and Tolkien
Dear J.R.R. Tolkien was a linguist, an inventor of language and history and myth. Among his many efforts, the following neologism: Eucatastrophe – (n) – The sudden turning from bad to good; an unexpected shift from despair to hope; the arrival of remedy in the midst of ruin.
harp strings
quiet harp strings strung in my chest restless for symphonies unplayed rustling now when i bend down hug myself and exhale review pictures smiling, sighing happy life, happy wife, and child i see you there in the warm home imagine a good life distant finger you pluck the string leaving a resonance that lasts i see you there in the site log hear you not miss you now by radio perhaps tonight will masterful concerto play surrogate strings to soothe and lull empty ache quiet room
Aza
in the ancient language her name was known to mean a half of the eternal whole and, at the same time, infinite, perfect completeness. the paradox of it was both mystery and meaning. the faithful sages spent long hours expounding upon both, there, at the steps of the temple, pointing to the sacred mandala and speaking of each curve as if they were her own.