Another memory of MH (δεν κάνει κλικ τώρα, κάνει όμως αργότερα)

"Some things that I tell you now, might not make sense to you, but they will later...''

Michael Hughes

A little from the Qur'an

In the name of God, the Lord of Mercy, the Giver of Mercy!

Praise belongs to God, Lord of the Worlds, the Lord of Mercy,

the Giver of Mercy, Master of the Day of Judgement. It is

You we worship; it is You we ask for help. Guide us to

the straight path: the path of those You have blessed, those who

incur no anger and who have not gone astray.

''THE QUR'AN, 

English Translation by M.A.S Abdel Haleem 
OXFORD University Press''

Walking with Grandfather

  Our journey toward wisdom begins the moment we are born.

Everything and everyone around us builds the foundation for

what we will be, who we will become, and how we will interact

with the things and beings that will be part of that journey.

  My playground as a child was 150 square miles of rolling

prairies and river valleys in the northern part of the Rosebud

Sioux Indian Reservation. It was also a proving ground.

The land and my grandparents molded me into the kind

of person I am today. And I'm still a work in progress as I embark

on my seventh decade.

(''WALKING WITH GRANDFATHER- The Wisdom of Lakota Elders'',

by Joseph M. Marshall III)

Regarding a lost Transmission

Wakuan complained when he saw a picture of bearded Bodhidharma:

''Why hasn't that fellow a beard?''

One should not discuss a dream

In front of a simpleton.

Why has Bodhidharma no beard?

What an absurd question!

 

from ''ZEN FLESH, ZEN BONES'', compiled by Paul Reps 

Sensei's comment: 

For a photograph from one Michael to another,

I stayed Wakuan.

THE RED FLAG FLIES ABOVE THE POTALA

The red flag flies above the Potala,

The people of Tibet are drowned in an ocean of blood:

A vampire army fills the mountains and plains,

But self-existing dignity never wanes.

(''TIMELY RAIN, Selected Poetry of Chogyam Trungpa'',

Shambala Centaur Editions, 1998)

The Second Coming

''Turning and turning in the widening gyre

 The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

 Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

 Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.''

W.B.Yeats 'The Second Coming'

Beyond Mind, There is no Suffering

Q:  I do not like this lila (play) idea. I would rather compare the world to a work-yard in which we are the builders.

A: You take it too seriously. What is wrong with play? You have a purpose as long as you are not complete; till then completeness, perfection, is the purpose. But when you are complete in yourself, fully integrated within and without, then you enjoy the universe; you do not labor at it. To the disintegrated you may seem working hard, but that is their illusion. Sportsmen seem to make tremendous efforts: yet their sole motive is to play and

display.

(From SRI NISARGADATTA MAHARAJ'S, ''I Am That'')

2 13 61

SOMETHING INSIDE

SOMETHING FROM UNDERNEATH

FLOWER

DEAD

GIRL

STREET

SOMETHING GROWING

SOMETHING IS GOING ON

HIT

CRY 

GIRL

RAIN

NOT AGAIN

PLAY IT AGAIN

FADE

EYES

GIRL

HOUSE

ROOM

GREY

DIRT

WASTE.

(From the same name book by Henry Rollins)