Occupation

The gusting wind tears through the small but flexible tree. The small but flexible tree that has made its life between the yards slabs of reinforced concrete.

Behind the interwoven wire and railing security fence, in front of the stacks of remaindered wooden pallets, to the side, in the foreground so to speak.

There is a brick-wall building, attached to which is a cast iron drainpipe; whose once blue paint now peels to allow the rust.

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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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