Drip drip drip

Drip drip drip,
My face bears the lines of forbearance
Grooves worn deep carrying
Enmity away into cool waters:
You are my blood, but no more.
By the sea at Abrahams Bosom
There is no celestial choir, just the lapping of waves.
It is enough…
January 2018 MermaidInlet 045F1 Shanghai100 Xtol(1.3)+R09(1.200) 2
Deep dark alcove – Mermaid Inlet, Abrahams Bosom Reserve.

Photo taken with a Chamonix 045F1 View Camera, using a Nikkor-SW 90mm f/8 lens, on Shanghai 100 film, and developed in a mix of Xtol and Rodinal.

 

A reflection on reverence for life

The heart
Is touched by love
Both knowing and unknowing, and neither knowing nor unknowing,
Each beat is felt on the shore of life.

The heart is not empty
Nor is it vacant, unoccupied, loveless, or a lifeless form,
But each flutter flows leaving a palimpsest of moments
Left behind, like fear, anger and desire, when compassion takes us to the other shore.


[Instructions for contemplation: Santideva observed “How can there be real existence in something factitious like a reflection, which is only seen in conjunction with something else and not seen in its absence?”

May you shine with diamond exploding radiance,
May your heart be open beneath a clear blue sky.]

Walking meditation

one
zero
one zero
one zero one
zero one two
one two
one
zero

left right
left right left
right true false true false true false
true false
yes no
and
or
maybe

one
two
three
four five six seven eight
one two three four five six seven eight
one two three four five six no
seven
no eight no nine

one zero
one zero
in out
in out
here
there
no
where
everywhere

one…

(Instructions: two legs walk stepping out a pace, attach a body, then a head, eyes, ears, consciousness – float forward in space. Landing is difficult.)