I will watch it my friend.

I hear your misery and it answers something deep in me. Misery, there is but this in this world. That even that which we build is inextricably entertwined with this base material.

I was gone for eight years in this toiling. Dark and wondrous, a viscous melancholy. There was no hope, and in this, I was not dismayed, in fact, in this, I found a sense of unbetrayal. Not that I thought the worst on everyone, quite the opposite, or I was depleted of any pleasure, no, but that I knew in each interaction there was end. That even the greatest of relationships would end in tragedy, death. But most would fade out like a painting exposed to too much sun.

This feeling too was impermanent.

Melancholy arises in me, at times, like a geyser, but not a timed and ruly one but an unruly and unpunctual one. I am scalded, at times, with this understanding of the woe of the world, of the ache of each and every thing. I walked yesterday and saw a worm twisting in the burning sun and as I shuffled it, him, her, to the grass and hoped he could, at least, die with some ease-it came to me. This is the world. Even those laughing and joyous, in that moment, are twisting but don't know. It will end. And an ocean of suffering is lined up to take the place of their smiles.

It came to me that I wish I could take it. I wish that I was not just an observer. I would take it.

I think it is a necessity to have this mind state in order to progress down the right path. It gives drive to moments of lethargy, it gives kindness in moments of anger, perspective in moments of error. Who would harm who knows this world?

Then, I use practice, or saught it out. That in the inextricable morose Being, there is an opposite, an inextricable grace of being. This is not God. You know my feelings on that. It is you. Both of these things snake around, twist and are of each other. We describe a thing by its opposite. We know them by what they are not, and what they do. Love, love is known in this; selfless, brave, strong-but the words are also only symbolism for a doing-they too are metaphors for the movement of the sublime-and they are both, at root, melancholy, joy-the same. Movements of Pure Mind. This is the world. It is described in our ignorance by the shape and lines of delineation, but we see not that it is like the line of a foot, or hand, which is part of the body-but we see it not, we see them as subject and object rather than Body.

Goodness by the definition of this, is there, by the very nature of Evil. It must be. The world if it were one thing would be free of ignorance and we see that it is not. If it was pure evil, it would cease to be pure evil, but-even if all was destructive we would not be able to Be. We are here, alive, relatively well (in body), and not torn asunder. The Anonymous hero is alive. I promise. I see them often. We see them when we watch. When we use instruction on systems analysis i.e. economy, big business, balance it with individual analysis-watch a mother and child, watch a kindness in animals. Without these enemies, my dear friend, there would be nothing to practice with. They are our blessed teacher-and evil should not be shunned (in the other) but rejoiced-for there, my friend is a chance to practice.

Patrul Rinpoche in his wonderful teaching "Words of my Perfect Teacher" was chastising monks for exorcising demons or trying to harm them with prayer-he said, "Who needs more your love, your compassion, your understanding than the demons and devils?" and in this I prostrate to him. I ask you, my friend, what other would say such a thing? When we see actions of horror, we lament the victim AND the actor. And we go about movement towards the ending of it. We can. I think. In self, before there is no self, we see progress. In my little, small, and stupid ways, I have seen it. I am not the same Man. I can extrapolate from pervious experiment, and observation of this life-that I can progress further, until, they say, the great release. And in this journey, I can, and will serve, with body, mind, spirit, to all beings, all sentient beings, evil and good, nasty and pristine-because ultimately, you know, they are symbolic of the Stainless. And after the Release, I can serve errorless. I hope.This is the Heroe's Quest. You have it. In the mouth of the 'Devil" you can find the path to "Enlightenment"

Rejoice my Dear friend.

Ache no more

There is much to do.

Be well
G

You're definately making it a good go

Zeitgeist, a word we discussed a while ago.....

We'll have to chat sometime, discuss the best way to concentrate, and more importantly, consider where to produce these haiku in the public eye. I am leaning towards japan ;)