tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post8527468411856016347..comments2023-07-03T09:22:01.637+01:00Comments on tasting rhubarb: Iron in the soulJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690685768980280402noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post-87307690388847208782008-12-18T06:51:00.000+00:002008-12-18T06:51:00.000+00:00(o)(o)Dalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14523194846272870013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post-6930447958093022412008-12-18T00:46:00.000+00:002008-12-18T00:46:00.000+00:00I hold the mug. The tea is cold.Looking at the scr...I hold the mug. <BR/>The tea is cold.<BR/>Looking at the screen.<BR/>Trying to find words.<BR/>Listening into myself<BR/>so that I can reach out. <BR/><BR/>What communication is this?<BR/>Transported across space with some time delay. <BR/><BR/>At the end of the session, the Zen master said: You will be returning to what is called the real world. Yet, some of you are more real to me here than you would be if we met out there.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post-52193797506036603012008-12-17T17:52:00.000+00:002008-12-17T17:52:00.000+00:00Perhaps we drink from the same cup, so much of thi...Perhaps we drink from the same cup, so much of this resonates. You've penned a beautiful description of individual process. Things are what they are. And there is no need for qualifiers.<BR/><BR/>As I said to someone the other day, sometimes I find the act of living--especially during times of suffering--requires the creation of a different story each day in order to get out of bed. <BR/><BR/>Transcending ordinariness.<BR/>Yes.Leon's current assignmenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10241933206820579199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post-58215692789231571402008-12-17T16:03:00.000+00:002008-12-17T16:03:00.000+00:00And yet the sun continues to shine just on the oth...And yet the sun continues to shine just on the other side, right there. <BR/><BR/><BR/>Frustrating that we are held up just out of the muck by loving friends.Zhoenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03515663141425057088noreply@blogger.com