Chemistry

We were on a factory visit, a place also with a university. I was with colleagues from an old employer. The bus, yes we were a bus-full, the bus dropped off the first tranche of visitors by the glass domed building, the one with underground laboratories.

I also got off there but quickly left the group, isolated myself, and headed for the old, quintessential, stone-built university.

I climbed the wide stairs, sat on a bench and took off my shoes. I put the shoes down on the floor by the door to a long long passageway.

I was quickly and forcibly told by a sour old lady on the reception desk that I couldn't leave my shoes there.

I moved them to the other side of the door, then a uniformed security guard said I couldn't leave them there either. I left them there anyway.

When I got back the shoes had gone; I looked all over for them, but I didn't ask the grumpy old lady on the desk, or the smug security guard.

It seemed I would have had to get on the bus in my stocking feet, except for the fact, that the bus had also gone.

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Tom W

Always, not always
Seeking yet distracting
Bacon and meditation

If we wait long enough
Wait, not wait; dance
Listening to me

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Letter from Suzie in Colorado

Dear Thich

I have to write, to say thanks to you, for it was your inspiration that had me walking around the room guided by Bodhipaksa; to feel every part of my body, from the heels and soles of my feet to the top of my eyelids and beyond. I walked bare-foot, I walked further than I have walked in a long time.

I woke in the night, my lower legs were undergoing dynamic interior motion, I have never taken speed but my legs were agitated in such a way that I thought only possible by a strong drug involvement.

I am on a low carb diet, I was eating bacon while I watched your Monastic gathering on line. I would like to join you at Plum Village, perhaps you can introduce me to the monk who goes fly fishing, also to the monk who is a fan of playing cricket, and of course to your beautiful assistant, the one with the soft voice, and the tie-dyed sarong.

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First Findings

I had the time, and for once I followed the trail of the email advertisement; I paid my thirty one pounds sterling.

One hour later, inspired by what I had found, I found myself doing a walking meditation in my little room at Avista B&B, as I walked (guided by Bodhipaksa) I could see the sunlight out of the French doors.

At the end of the walking I stood still; I felt myself standing, how good was that.

I then shot a short video, of the sunlight streaming through the trees, the blue sky was being invaded by black clouds, the breeze was becoming a wind, a storm was on its way, it appears then that the continuum thus continues.

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Clean & Sparkling

What happens to make love happen
Who chose to put love
Into the throes of dreams

Batten down the saddened hearts
Close off the intimating strangulations
Fragments of the o so true

I was working
In the financial services industry

When I say I was working
Well I was on trial
I hadn't yet got the company car
Or the all expenses paid credit card

I was a salesman
Paid purely on commission
But I was good at it
At least I would be
Once I made my first sale

I was shopping
For a razor and shaving foam
I went up and down the stairs
I bumped into an old work colleague
I didn't care for him then
And neither do I now
He handed me the cream

I was sat at the top of a very long escalator
It was outside, probably in London
I had come up with this idea
That people would be far better off

Not knowing how much they were saving
Not knowing how much money they had
All I had to do was to convince people
To buy into my plan

I woke with such a start
As my mobile alarm-buzzer sounded

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