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THIRTY THOUSAND YEARS: A BRIEF WISH

Posted in Uncategorized on February 25, 2012 by secretchan

 

Flores de 'Silene stenophylla' de una planta obtenida con material del permafrost. | PNAS

 

Scientists from Russia discovered the base of this plant in Siberia and re constituting the plant developed this flower.

How marvelous. I only have one wish and that is that perhaps thirty thousand years from now, if there is found, by creatures from another planet, a dna base of the human creature that has destroyed  himself and the planet;  that they will open a bottomless pit and dig down even deeper and deposit that human dna trace there. Then closing the pit over, forget where they located it .

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Posted in Uncategorized with tags , on February 21, 2012 by secretchan

 

Recently I saw on television a series of videos of zebra and gnu making a journey northwards to Kenya. During this journey tey crossed a river, impelled to do so for survival. The river was full of crocodiles. They wainted and then two experience females began the crossing and theherd followed first the zebra then the gnu.

The crocodiles, answering their survival call ttcked where they could and a few corpes floated down stream to waiting vultures.  Survival was central  with all.

Often when we see such vidoes we are shocked by the violence within nature and to the contrary when we see herds calmly grazing we feel elated by the beauty. Yet we seldom look deeper.

There is not an animal, except the human creature, that has lost the essence of survival.

Why do I say that? It is because the human creature alone places foremost his or her own survival.

The tribal togetherness has been replaced by an ugly selfishness.

IT seems that once we have managed as human creatures to dominate nature sufficiently so that others are not important to our survival then “I, me, and mine” take the foreground.

Logic allows society and the churches to cry out for compassion, but that is a mental compassion it does not stem from the internal fount.   When will we ever learn… when will we ever learn

 

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My Life without “Me”

Posted in Uncategorized on October 29, 2011 by secretchan

 

                                                                      
                                                                                    Dead Nature,  Cezanne

There is nothing either Good or Bad within nature … the dry weeds, the fading bloom of flowers, dead branches.  dog decomposing beneath the soil .. one need do nothing or think nothing with respect to that. It all forms part of the process that perfectly fits in every aspect.

All these weeds, flowers and branches eventually dissapear. The dogs body, its life long gone, disintegrates, the wintercomes and the butterflys that now are “beautiful” no longer exist.
But my life with “me” wishes to retouch Nature and regulate Nature so that the beauty is more permanent.
When i contemplate my life, without me, I see that the process is perfect and it does not require “me” to regulate it.
I see that, to the contray, the “me” is only capable of generating the idea of a Nature that is perfectly beautiful, but in reality is completely dead.
In my version of Nature, weeds never dry up, the flowers never loose their bloom, animals never die and certainly there can be no new life.
to KXS
With all my love and admiration

PINE CONES IN THE WOODS

Posted in Uncategorized on October 20, 2011 by secretchan
How good it is to be in the mountains
Stepping down the hill
With the dog by my side
Chewing on the pine cones he encounters in his path.
As if he were capable of eliminating this vast wood
Planted by Romans centuries ago
Which now serves as  wood for Winter fires.
Qué bueno es estar en la montaña
Bajando por la colina
Con el perro a mi lado
Comiendo todas las piñas que se presenten a su encuentro.
Quizás por sí sólo
Sería capaz de acabar con este gran bosque
Plantado por los romanos hace siglos
Yque ahora sirve de leña para los incendios de verano.

THE GIFTS OF NATURE

Posted in Uncategorized on October 17, 2011 by secretchan
The Gifts of Nature
 
After the dryness of Summer comes the rain and with that rain appears infinite new life arising from the humidity like this fungus which I discovered today on the trunk of an oak when I was rambling in the woods with our dogs.  A little further on was a great tree  adorned with moss that crept from the base upwards to the top, covering all with a green mantle of velvet. Another surprise awaited me just in front where there was a  fern, small and weak, sprouting from the earth into the free air.

And I saw that one need not go far to recieve the gifts of nature. We have them all here, available for eyes that wish to see, for ears that wish to listen, for nostrils that wish to smell, for the fingers that wish to touch and for the palate that wishes to taste.

Nature provides all; with them we live and die.

They appear out of nothing. They appear out of nothing like a sudden rush of water that streams through the giant rocks of a dry riverbed,  flowing , striking all around until finally fading away in the earth  and there fertilizing with the spark that gives life.

Commentary

The question is, why are we so blind that we cannot see, so deaf that we cannot hear? Why are all our senses and our minds dead to Nature and only alive to our clinging and craving?

 

Después de la sequía del verano viene la lluvia, y con ella, aparece una infinita vida nueva más propia a la humedad, como este hongo que he descubierto hoy en el tronco de un roble, bajando por el bosque con los perros. Un poco más adelante había un gran árbol engalonado con musgo que crecía de la base hacia arriba,  cubriendolo todo con su verde manta terciopelada. Otra sorpresa me esperaba justo en frente, donde un helecho pequeño y débil salía de la tierra al aire libre. Y he visto que no hace falta ir muy lejos para recibir los regalos de la naturaleza. Los tenemos todos aquí, disponibles para los ojos que quieren ver, para las orejas que quieren escuchar, para la nariz que quiere oler, para los dedos que quieren tocar y para el paladar que quiere gustar.

La naturaleza nos provee de todo; de ella vivimos y morimos.
Aparaciste de la nada, como un trombo de agua que baja estrepitosamente por las rocas gigantes de una riera empinada, dando golpes atronadores hasta finalmente fundirte en la tierra y fertilizarla con la chispa de tu vida.

PAST AND FUTURE DO NOT EXIST … BUT NEITHER DOES THE PRESENT

Posted in Uncategorized on October 11, 2011 by secretchan

I am writing now from far away. I don’t know where … perhaps high in the heavens, perhaps not. But in a manner of speaking I am closer to the earth than I ever was.

Meditando en un árbol caído

La naturaleza sigue su proceso en todo lo que llamamos muerte. Como concepto, la muerte es una definición estática que hemos inventado para organizar nuestro mundo. Pero cuando miramos más de cerca, vemos los cambios de forma, de esencia y de función en la muerte de cada cosa y nos quedamos maravillados.
Nature follows it’s process in everything that we call death. As a concept, death is a definition that is static that we have invented to organize our world. But when we look closer, we see the change of form, of essence and of function of each thing and we are left marvelling.
Commentary
A thing or person is dead only when it is erased from our memory . If each plant or bird or animal that has passed away is with us, they have never died.
 Tomorrow I will look at
The Gifts of Nature
 
Después de la sequía del verano viene la lluvia, y con ella, aparece una infinita vida nueva más propia a la humedad, como este hongo que he descubierto hoy en el tronco de un roble, bajando por el bosque con los perros. Un poco más adelante había un gran árbol engalonado con musgo que crecía de la base hacia arriba,  cubriendolo todo con su verde manta terciopelada. Otra sorpresa me esperaba justo en frente, donde un helecho pequeño y débil salía de la tierra al aire libre. Y he visto que no hace falta ir muy lejos para recibir los regalos de la naturaleza. Los tenemos todos aquí, disponibles para los ojos que quieren ver, para las orejas que quieren escuchar, para la nariz que quiere oler, para los dedos que quieren tocar y para el paladar que quiere gustar.La naturaleza nos provee de todo; de ella vivimos y morimos.
Aparaciste de la nada, como un trombo de agua que baja estrepitosamente por las rocas gigantes de una riera empinada, dando golpes atronadores hasta finalmente fundirte en la tierra y fertilizarla con la chispa de tu vida.

Qué bueno es estar en la montaña
Bajando por la colina
Con el perro a mi lado
Comiendo todas las piñas que se presenten a su encuentro.
Quizás por sí sólo
Sería capaz de acabar con este gran bosque
Plantado por los romanos hace siglos
Yque ahora sirve de leña para los incendios de verano.

Mi Vida sin “Mi”

                                            Naturaleza Muerta Cezanne
No hay nada bueno ni malo en la Naturaleza…las hierbas resecas, las flores marchitadas, las ramas muertas, la perra descomponiéndose bajo tierra… no hace falta hacer absolutamente nada al respecto, ya que forman parte del proceso que está perfectamente encajado en todos sus aspectos. Todas esas hierbas, flores y ramas desaparecerán, la perra se desintegrará, vendrá el invierno y todas las mariposas que ahora son tan “bonitas” ya no existirán. Pero mi vida con “mi” quiere retocar la Naturaleza y arreglarla para que la belleza se haga más permanente.
Cuando contemplo mi vida sin “mi”, veo que el proceso es perfecto y que no necesita de “mi” para mejorarlo. Veo que, al contrario, el “mi” sólo es capaz de idear una Naturaleza que parece permanentemente bella, pero que en la realidad estaría completamente muerta. En “mi” versión de la Naturaleza, nunca se resecarían las hierbas, nunca se marchitarían las flores, nunca se morirían los animales y por tanto, nunca nacería vida nueva.

JUST BEING

Posted in Uncategorized on September 26, 2011 by secretchan

This morning I came across a comment by Master Yanqi. He was asked:

“when Bodhidharma arrived in China from India he sat for nine years in front of a wall. What does this mean?

Yangqi replied: He was Indian and didn’t speak Chinese “

What a marvelous reply. But it is said  that it is humerous and yet  full of significance.. Was Yanqi’s  intention more simple perhaps than those who search for deep significance believe.

As a psychologist I am always surprised and even dismayed when I come across wordy texts explaining the deep significance of “The Heart of Darkness, Moby Dick and Alice in Wonderland. I ask myself why they can’t smply have been a delightful story. From the Darma point of view nothing has Significnce, nor permanance, nor divine order, nor real independant existance. 

We can’t even allow Dharma to just be Dharma. And, of course a flower to just be a flower. More than that even, we need to call a flower “a flower” to differentite it from that which is “not a flower”. I find it difficult to believe that a child who has not yet learned to say “mama” or “papa” is unable to distinguish a flower from a tree.

The name “flower”, has no significance for him or her, and later when we, theoretically  as wise adults, give it a name, differentiating a daisy from a tulip, does that enhance the flower.

Is its true nature changed? 

Yet, names are useful in communication, but we have, in clinging to the words, lost an essential part of each flower. The flower becomes its name.

We  too have allowed ourself to become our names. 

Who are you?  You will undoubtedly reply “Peter” or”John” or whatever your name is.

Is that who you are?  Those names ara a horrible handle and Peter or John quickly become soon after birth, a “naughty boy”, an “angel” or something else.   All based naturally upon the vision of the viewer, external circumstances and external trappings. These labels  hide the fact that you are  living creature with wonderful attributes.  But you have allowed yourself to become the labels that are appended to you.

Who are you really? The best answer to such a question is the silence of Vikimlamirti.

The best way to look at a flower is to simply allow it to be what it is; a natural experience that you have the privalege to share. .. Do you allow yourself to be what you are?