windoors

@windoors4

Ikebana for the mind ••• poetry, Zen, philosophy as a way of life ••• curious contemplative, amateur ecological phenomenologist, ontology in action

Γαλαξίας κύκλο/Galaxias Kyklos
Vrijeme pridruživanja: listopad 2019.

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  1. Prikvačeni tweet
    21. lis 2019.

    Deleuze Yourself His body without organs is sweaty, difference is weak, repetition is heavy, Anti-Oedipus on his edifice already, mom's not sexy, He's deterritorialized, but on the surface his assemblage is ready, To drop rhizomes, but he keeps on forgetting...

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    Who is the builder of this house? "O house builder, you have been seen; You shall not build the house again."

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    On the pond, wind stirs, Ambling by a careful tree, A hot fall midnight.

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    red smoke signals shot up in the night sky against the shore where we are stranded far from city lights

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    3. velj

    I still wonder if the admissions committees to these philosophy and religion programs might hold this against me... Or could it be the "B" I received for that philosophy of quantum mechanics paper? The "A-" for that scandalous exposé on the Lotus Sūtra and Deleuze?

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    Gust stirs through the leaves, Mist descends on the river, The sun sets sweetly.

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    "The entire ocean is [embodied] in one wave, yet the ocean does not shrink. A small wave includes the great ocean, and yet the wave does not expand." Dushun

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    Zazen: one... two... three... four... five... six... seven... eight... nine... ten... inhale... exhale...

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    "No one knows where and when this dew-like existence will drop into the grass." Dōgen, Jū-undō-shiki

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    sowing spring seedlings falling face-first in warm mud garden of face plants

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    watching till it becomes a dot on the horizon the train I did not catch

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    swallowtail . . . weeds in bloom about St. Francis — Robert Gilliland

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    Light sparkles fiercely, Over the slow grass, hail falls. Stirring by the tree.

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    Who is the builder of this house? "O house builder, you have been seen; You shall not build the house again."

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    The Father is the Void The Wife Waves Their child is Matter. Matter makes it with his mother And their child is Life, a daughter. The Daughter is the Great Mother Who, with her father/brother Matter as her lover, Gives birth to the Mind.

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    A lingering dusk. Sitting on the swift mountain. On the field, dawn breaks.

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    at Murasaki’s grave birds chitter from the trees roar of traffic — Margaret Chula

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    "Green mountains master walking and eastern mountains master traveling on water. Accordingly, these activities are a mountain's practice. Keeping its own form, without changing body and mind, a mountain always practices in every place." Dōgen, Sansui-kyō

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    clouds, only visible crossing the face of the moon - remaining hope

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    The distant mountains are reflected in the eyes of the dragonfly. - Kobayashi Issa

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    By the wood, pears sprout, Scampering in the garden. A still winter"s night.

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