I weep for those whose curiosity longs to envisage the things that you could see, and fall to their knees and grieve a comrade, a friend, a brother or to perceive monstrosity. And I weep for you, your suffering and sacrifice, and hope with all heart that your soul found somewhere in the darkness of lost life the warmth and radiance of the human paradise. And I understand your sorrow that no boy,...
Bob says it never hurts when it hits you- believed it could heal the world and- said Tzu- when in the soul it can be heard by the universe, then John sang imagine and for a second I thought I knew, thought I felt the whole Earth move when Jeff praised it Hallelujah- Hallelujah, Hallelujah as sure as the sky holds the moon, and I’ve felt many things to such a tune- felt sadness, felt grief,...
A Singing Bird
“A Zen master was about to address an assembly of students when a bird began to sing in a nearby tree. The master remained silent until the bird had finished, and then, announcing that his address had been given, went away. The master is in fact demonstrating life in its actuality; without words or ideas he is teaching his students to know life directly. The Zen master is not trying to give...