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Hi Galen,
I have been busy and it's in the middle of the night here!
/Pontus
In a spring outside time, flowers bloom on a withered tree;
you ride a jade elephant backwards, chasing the winged dragon-deer;
now as you hide far beyond innumerable peaks--
the white moon, a cool breeze, the dawn of a fortunate day
Hi Galen,
I have been busy and it's in the middle of the night here!
/Pontus
Its 4:34 here, as we speak. I think you are in the wet, beautiful and cold Scandinavian area, but middle of the night !? But i do understand, just have to rib you for your answer here, as in.... sure .... later, see you out there.
Hi Galen,
I have been busy and it's in the middle of the night here!
/Pontus
Sorry, you probably meant the middle of the night for you, while others were posting to my question to you. If so (not asking you), you are probably state side like myself. Not always easy to understand commentary on boards, many details don't often show up for full explanations... communication.
When one of us does something, it resonates with everyone, like the hairs on a caterpillar reacting to the breeze...
This is absolutely true.
Just do not fail to also see that we ... you, me, dogs and all things ... are all fully the caterpillar through and through, not merely caterpillar hairs. (For further details, take "butterfly" story above and substitute "caterpillar").
Its 4:34 here, as we speak. I think you are in the wet, beautiful and cold Scandinavian area, but middle of the night !? But i do understand, just have to rib you for your answer here, as in.... sure .... later, see you out there.
Yes, for me, 1am (in Sweden) is the middle of the night. Wet, beautiful and cold is a perfect description of this past week.
/Pontus
In a spring outside time, flowers bloom on a withered tree;
you ride a jade elephant backwards, chasing the winged dragon-deer;
now as you hide far beyond innumerable peaks--
the white moon, a cool breeze, the dawn of a fortunate day
Slept with it.
Sat with it.
How am I others?
How are others me?
Through empathy and compassion.
As i/others feel, others/i also feel.
When i/others need something, others/i provide it.
For an example of this look no further than members' responses to Risho above.
(Not mine, however, as it was quite weak.)
He bowed, and others sprang forth.
Or was it the other way around?
Its nice when you come out to play... now and again .
Just do not fail to also see that we ... you, me, dogs and all things ... are all fully the caterpillar through and through, not merely caterpillar hairs. (For further details, take "butterfly" story above and substitute "caterpillar").
Gassho, J
Yep that's the tricky part. hahahahah Thought I had it all figured out yesterday, feeling puffed up about my great answer... Here I am again, caught in emotion. lol Thank goodness it's called practice; because we just have to keep practicing, practicing, practicing.
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