DEDICATION

everything here is dedicated to the One Source of all Life, all Love, all Intelligence, and to all my brethren whose lives are dedicated to the possibility of being able to 'sense' this Source, which i sense is the Reality of all realities.

to this One Source, all i can offer is my love my gratitude and my worship.
it is only though Grace that i can sense this reality as a certainty

man has been putting a word on this One Source since he first appeared on this planet,i suppose.

my heart swells with love for it and joy in the sensing of it.

i also sense that sensing it as a reality is the beginning of the only Freedom.



WHO, BY ACTIVITY CAN CLEAR THE MUDDY WATER?

the Tao that can be named is not the eternal Tao.




Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on. Is not the life more than meat, and the body than raiment?
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Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?
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Which of you by taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature?
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And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin:
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And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
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Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?


Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.



i suppose, on reflection that saint Jesus did not say throw away your common sense either.


i never ever 'believed in God. i'm not sure 'belief' is useful

i would tentatively venture that belief is to faith what happiness is to joy.

belief seems to me to be a species of 'opinion'.
i mind that saint Paul describes faith as 'evidence' of the 'unseen, perhaps 'certainty' of the 'unseen'. if i have evidence, i don't need belief.i have that evidence thanks be to the One. He is 'self' evident.


there is always the wind in the trees, and the next moment.

and the space between.

it is always reconsidered, and the change explained.

there is always this, and this,

and the space between.
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what to call this?

here is a little tale that i pass on to you, we could call it " cosmic catch ":


on an island that any fool can find, there is a tree that any fool can find.

if anyone goes to the tree and walks exactly 10yards exactly to the west and digs down, he will find a fortune in gold and jewels.

this fortune is there for the taking, on one important condition:

while digging he must not think about, or picture or in any way have an association about, a white monkey

if, while digging, he does so think about a white monkey, the entire fortune will disappear and be lost forever at that instant

Searching for the bull; Zen story

Searching for the bull; Zen story

On Attention and Understanding of "Beelzebub's Tales"

On Attention and Understanding of "Beelzebub's Tales": "- Sent using Google Toolbar"