Sutra
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Tuesday, December 14, 2010
A Dalai Lama Christmas
Have a Dalai Lama Christmas
Party like a Buddhist with me
I don't know if we'll be reborn
So have some butter tea!
Have a Dalai Lama Christmas
And when you walk down the street
Say namasate to friends you know
And everyone you meet
Oh, Ho the dorje
Held for all to see
Monks chant, Mani Padre Om
Meditate along with me
Have a Dalai Lama Christmas,
Keep your karma clear
And Oh by golly, lets have a Dalai Lama
Christmas this year.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Boats Free Upon the Tide
Shoreline's rising tide;
seaweed upon the strand,
staining black the rocks
between ebb and neap.
Boats lie moored here alee,
some floating; others weighing
at anchor; buoyed
by transverse waves,
whose sonance now
reaches my ears.
Who knew, the moons
subtle hand had pulled,
not only upon the gathering sea, ( oceans net )
but lifted all the ships too,
so that one, alone,
slipped its reigns;
ironically freed
by gravities' wake?
Ignorant were we,
racing in the spray
and swimming out
to those crafts there,
as our end.
We knew not,
that the knots had frayed
and that we, like it,
were adrift in the bosom
of the boundless sea.
Getting no closer,
yet further away
from home, we move in
an imperfect asymptote.
Unaware that our aim
too is loose, as we both
drift heedlessly
toward that place
where sea and sky
meet as one.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Being a Good Sport.
Sport is "thru-hiking" the Appalachian Trail, a trail that runs over 2100 miles from Mt. Katadhin in Maine to Springer Mountain, Georgia. Thru-hikers are people that hike the entire thing in one go, typically taking up to 6 months to complete their journey. Each year approximately 1,500 people attempt this same challenge, though only a fraction makes it all the way. However, Sport is not a person; Sport is a dog, in the company of his people Tyler and Sonya.
The trio began their hike on May 20th at Katahdin and have steadily been working their way south ever since. Hiking on average 15 to 20 miles a day, Sport is a good sport. He carries his own pack and undergoes all of the same adversities as Sonya and Tyler; climbing mountains, fording streams and sleeping under the stars.
An undertaking of this type is not taken lightly, much planning and training is necessary to complete the sojourn. Sport too had to be ready. Before beginning their hike Sonya and Tyler took Sport out on a number of practice hikes. They also sought out the advice of dog experts, such as Lynn Whittaker, Owner of Bowwow University; a dog training studio in Litchfield, CT.
Sonya and Tyler wanted to make sure that Sport was up to the challenge in regard to his training, both physically and mentally. This meant obedience training, basically doggy-boot camp, for Sport. Since Sport would be meeting other people along the trail, it was important that Sport had the basics, such as come, sit and stay, mastered, especially since he might be sharing sleeping quarters with strangers and would often be off leash.
As Sport was going to be working hard and his weight-load at a premium, it was also important that Sonya and Tyler consider the proper nutrition for Sport. As he would be doing a lot more work than the today's average couch potato pup, finding the proper diet was a must. Furthermore, there were other considerations, including ticks and such which can plague both human and canine alike. Lynn Whittaker was able to help in these areas too, offering guidance and advice for Sport.
Sport, through Sonya who is equipped with an I-Phone, has been keeping his friends and family in Connecticut up to speed on his adventures. Back home in Litchfield, Lynn and the folks at Bowwow U follow Sonya, Tyler and Sport's progress; tracking their movement on a wall map. Lynn continues to provide advice and moral support too as the group checks in via email, photos and the occasional call.
In a few weeks, the three will be making their way through the 51 miles of the trail that weaves through Connecticut. Lynn plans on meeting up with them to help resupply Sport as he continues to make his way south. More updates on their progress to come.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
I AM A PARTICLE. I AM A WAVE.
One day I will return
to my quantum state;
neither here, nor there.
A complex wave.
Contours of constant probability,
defying prediction
of such conjugate variables.
Am I matter?
Am I spirit?
When my body is at rest
where is my energy?
It will have been
translated into this closed system
and become what I have done;
having changed this plane
even if only in the most
subtle of ways.
It goes on and on
even after my cause
has long been forgotten.
When my spirit
is thus quantifiable,
having irradiated away
and given off
its valance,
then you will know
all that I am
all that I was
and all I will ever be…
and I will be gone
having crashed upon the beach
and returned to the sea.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Systemic Dysfunction
In America most businesses are either manufacturing-retail, they make and/or sell something, or service oriented, they do things for you, like companies that mow your lawn for instance. Even governmental functions can be so organized, for example the government can either build a road ( manufacturing ) or audit your taxes ( service ) Among the service businesses are a particularly pernicious group which I call "systemic" organizations.
In a manufacturing or retail establishment there is a product and a process with a definitive beginning and end; usually the "end" is when the product is made and/or sold. The buyer then pays. In system oriented business the focus is not on an end result, but on the process, because there is no product. You are the product and the business gets paid along the way by servicing you. Thus many of the activities engaged in by these system oriented organizations are designed to keep you in the system because without you, the product, the business ceases to have an income and ceases to be; if you move on out of the system, no more income for the business enterprise.
Examples of system oriented businesses are hospitals, courts and insurance companies. Have you ever noticed that if you go to the Doctor they always find some other test or other thing that you have going wrong? Get a blood test and the Dr is likely to say your "levels are elevated". What the heck does that mean? Insurance companies are set up to take money from you, they make it so easy you can even pay on line, or have the money directly taken from your account. But file a claim! Then you find that the insurance company didn't get your check, didn't send the right form or lost what you sent them.
Bureaucracies are especially effective at this charade and DMV is probably the best example. You almost always have to go back to DMV two, three or even more times. You never have the right form or it wasn't signed by the right person in the right spot. And ask yourself, what does DMV do for you? It's nothing more than a glorified way of collecting taxes. They don't make it easy for you to get what you need taken care of, like they should, no, in fact they make it more complicated. Even when you have done nothing wrong you feel guilty. You walk on egg shells. You don't want to get in trouble with the "man".
Once entrapped in such a system it can sometimes be nearly impossible to extricate yourself. The judicial system is the best example here. Get into trouble with the law, even for a minor infraction, and you can expect months of going to court, paying bills etc. If you get into deep enough trouble you may go to jail, be on probation or parole. In this way you are almost guaranteed to be in the system for years! Job security for some cretin with a brow-ridge and anger issues.
"Oh", you may say, "you can avoid these systems by staying on the straight and narrow path. Just don't get into trouble". Ah, but the system makers have thought of this. They create so many rules and make things so confusing that it is easy to fall into their trap and then WHAMO, your in their system. Look at how many rules there are in our society. You can't do this, and you can't do that. When there are too many laws, then everyone is a potential criminal. It used to be that the lawmakers in Washington were part time politicians with full time jobs elsewhere, not anymore. They sit all day in their plush offices with their leather chairs creating more and more systems. This is why simple forms no longer have names, they now have numbers instead, things like W2, the 1040, the I-9; guaranteed to confuse.
This too explains why the government is against abortion or personal recreational drug use, because we don't want to make things easy on people do we? Heaven forbid that people actually use their brain to make decisions for themselves. We want to control what people do and what people say. We want them to be in the system. It's much like the movie the Matrix. In the movie machines live off the life energy given off by humans. In the real world systems do the same thing. Or to quote another movie, "I keep getting out, but they keep pulling me back in again".
Most people have 6th grade level educations. I have a master's degree and can barely figure out how all these systems work, never mind an 80 years old addle pated grandmother for whom English is a second language. That's why America imprisons more people than any other country in the world! Land of the free? Ha, we put more people in prison than the USSR ever did. Nothing is free in this country. It's the land of the expensive because those systems need to be fed, especially the judicial system. The one system that is supposed to protect our rights is the one that most imprisons us, but only if your poor. If you have money you can hire lawyers and attempt to get justice, look at OJ, look at all the Wallstreet scumbags. If your poor, recourse to the law is yet one more thing denied you: "With liberty and justice for those who can afford it".
Now that you are aware of this, pay attention, you will be surprised how many of these systems there are. Stand up to the systems! Otherwise….,
Plug in, turn off and shut up.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Thanks for the Cache
It seems hard to believe that it has been nearly seven years ago now since I first was introduced to Geocaching. And it was O. Rex who first turned me on to it. I had a GPSr, but we were using PDAs back then, Handsprings with a GPS attachment. I had one ( a gift ), but wasn't really sure how it worked. I was only dimly aware of this thing called Geocaching. Fast forward, and here we are marking significant milestones ( just passed # 300! ). While some people do in a month what we do in a year ( or four ), for me, it is not the quantity, but the quality. When I first started doing this, we were coming down off of some pretty big trips hiking out west. I ( we ) had some heady plans to see the world ( trekking in Nepal and hiking Patagonia ), but they were not to be. Health issues and life in general denied us these opportunities (so far). Geocaching became a new passion. A replacement for what we wanted to do, but could not. It allowed us to condense into a few hours some of the experiences it might take a week to do. It gave us something to do during the day; to plot and plan mini-trips that could be distilled into an evening or a Sunday. It helped define us and added meaning to what otherwise might have been just another day, or week, or year. Simple trips to the store became adventures and every foray to somewhere new became an excuse to geocache. Today, we have each cached in other states. We have even cached in another countries. We have cached in the summer, and the cold, in the rain and in the sun, day, night, we have even tied caching into camping trips and in our day to day work world. Heck, I have even cached with my mother. I rarely go anywhere without checking to see if there is a cache I can do along the way. While one of the best parts was discovering cool new places in my own state where I hadn't been, the best part was hanging around with my good friends and Rex in particular. You couldn't ask for a better caching partner. He has always been willing to do the crazy things few others would, canoeing in the rain, visiting cemeteries late at night, caching cold winter evenings, with Rex putting Christmas lights on his backpack. I, and I think we, have 100+ great memories because of geocaching we wouldn't have had. This is why I love geocaching. Thanks for the Cache