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In seeking word and action, rather than being, we suffer
Seeking what we have seen, and had…we suffer more, until…
Having, we learn, and fill ourselves
Then, empty, or full, we find contentment, or loss, again…
And the cycle continues…
. . .
Joe poured tea, today
He, Eunbong, Fina, and I enjoyed the company of one another
Joe and I spoke of words, as the clouds, sky, and sun…
Poured warm, bright light…into the seventh floor window
Onto us, the tea, and the wood
It was “good”
The balancing company of sangha heals us
Hues of sepia, deep and light, sent dreamy images and aromas,
Up to our senses,
From the cups
I asked about an aspect of love
Joe said, “I don’t think about it.”
Brief, and almost empty, yet apparently resonant…
Like the sound that the copper bowl made, when we invited it to ring, earlier…
Joe’s words stealthily disappeared in me,
For I let their momentary ’emptiness’ go,
Like the bell-sound of the bowl
Then we talked about practice, and talking about practice
We agreed that practice described in sentences
Does not convey the deeper experience that practice reveals
It was at this time that Joe’s answer about love
Appeared to me about practice, and more…
As in love, in practice
In seeking descriptions, definitions, and a record of what happened
We are found to be saying something different-from what the listener can understand…
Without experience
This is suffering,
As we seek the gratification that words often cannot produce
And only experience, and practice
Can truly reveal,
And teach
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Published by Carl Atteniese / 亜天二恵世万慈道
Thank you for reading. I hope this finds you exceedingly well. / I was born in Brooklyn, in the middle of the NASA Gemini space Program era--which was on course for the Apollo program, aiming to land men on the moon. I watched Neil Armstrong make humanity's first step on the lunar surface. The space program left a lasting effect on me and inspired life-long interest and passion in me. / I was born a little more than 2 years after President John Kennedy was assassinated and a few years before Dr. Martin Luther King was assassinated. It was a time of tumult, but better manners, a gentler approach to one another (despite the prejudice being worked on by progressives-) little political correctness, no cancel culture and thicker skin & more opportunity for laughs, a time of fantastic television, austere and fact-based news delivered with brevity and sobriety and much superlatively stylish design. It was the beginning of Star Trek, Star Wars, and a few years on, personal computers, digital watches, hand-held electronic games and movies were still in theaters--not on our TVs--unless they were a little old. People paid more attention to books, from where trust is built with credibility we intrinsically see, competency earned and reflected and facts & expertise. One reason I am not apt to dabble in irrational conspiracy theories is I made many a trek to the local library, to read about stars, planets and astronauts and to the local bookstore--no longer there--to find my favorite science fiction novels--either to read or simply to marvel at viewing their covers, painted by Boris Valejo or Frank Frazetta--inspirations that would fuel my later attendence at the School of Visual Arts college in New York City. / I grew up in Long Island, worked and was educated there until I discovered New York City, and then it was on to Boulder Colorado, the Mojave Desert, South Korea and finally, Japan. / I have visited Mongolia, the Philippines, England and Canada and hope to see the rest of the world--and maybe even beyond it. / I teach English as a Second Language, practice secular Buddhism and pay attention to philosophy—particularly the Stoic variation—astronomy, spaceflight, aviation and human & species rights. I make art, poems, podcasts and photography--and real friends, wherever I go--when I can. / Maybe our paths will cross; until then, enjoy my videos, writing and pictures, and send me a note. Maybe we can have a cup of coffee someday, somewhere. / Thank you for reading. / I wish you love, peace, joy and enlightenment--sincerely--because you are sentient, and you suffer, too. / - Carl Atteniese, / Tokyo
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Thank you Carl.
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You got it, Marcus. Thank YOU!
Congrats, my friend.
Carl, this is wonderful. i took a deep breath.
yes, ‘The balancing company of sangha heals us’…
it’s not about words, it’s about one-mind.
Wow! Thank you Evelyn!
Evelyn,
Thank you, very much. And, I love “the Beatews”. Can’t wait to get home and have a listen!
Peace, Love, and Joy,
Carl
the endless possibilities of an emptied teacup…
to be filled with the liquor of our own action!
thank you, Carl
advice for living and for making art.
if an artwork can be described in words there is no need for it and if there is no need for it, it’s not art.