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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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Hello:
Thank you for looking. I hope you are comfortable and well.
This is my Wordpress bio. I thought I’d put it here to explain myself. Despite the faculties we have to speak and listen—and all the advances in social media—it seems people rarely know one another these days. This estrangement makes all relationships harder. I know; I have lost some of the most important people in my life thanks to misunderstanding, and it’s not like dying; it’s more like a living death. So here—dear reader, I’d like to tell you briefly—believe it or not—a very small but important truth about myself.
I am a person who writes and occasionally draws and makes photographs. I also help people speak more effective English.
I wrote and drew about happier subjects more—years ago; now I feel compelled to comment on the world to help—as so much is now returning to a primitive, unlivable state in the human world and in the natural one.
I do write helpful ideas (at least that’s how they seem to me and my friends)—but not rose-colored-glasses ideas; sadly, to the chagrin of their original framers, those ideas are still pushing and holding us back—so I write about changing how we speak and think and believe—because the current ways we do these things, if unchanged, will continue to hurt us—as time proves every day.
If this sounds negative to you, and not positive, then, dear reader, you are most likely really not paying attention to the world with truly opened eyes—perhaps.
I am also—slowly—writing three books (when I find the time): one on the process of healthy love, a second one is a novel about love, culture and time, and a third is a memoir. These are also philosophical, but the latter two are more “positive” in the colloquial sense—and the last one is—hopefully—humorous.
Please pardon how bad they are. I am very occupied and these sites do not properly reflect the condition, length or quality these books will one day hopefully attain.
My presence is vast, broad and deep across the internet—and has become somewhat messy. I am trying hard to simplify and to make it comport with my current views and sentiments; when I was younger, I may have misspoken, or now I may have matured; please pardon me—and inform me—should you find some writing of mine, somewhere, which you feel may need revision or even deletion; I am open to dialogue with you.
After all, if we don’t talk things over, we lose touch—which means losing understanding and the joy of knowing one another—and worse, along with that, some humanity—which we meet to build in the first place, right?
Thank you so much for reading. I wish you love, peace and joy—and opened eyes— Thank you so much for reading. I wish you love, peace and joy—and opened eyes—because they what truth and happiness are all about—aren’t they?
The sincerest best wishes to you and yours,
Carl
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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.