“And as he journeyed, he came near Damascus: and suddenly there shined round about him a light from heaven: And he fell to the earth, and heard a voice saying unto him, Saul, Saul, why persecutest thou me? And he said, Who art thou, Lord? And the Lord said, I am Jesus whom thou persecutest. […]
Archives for August 2012
Feather Breath
Observe the feather breath of the moon misty white in a black sky –Terry Chitwood Mind Moves “In China, Ch’an/Zen approaches to calligraphy had long maintained that the character of a man [or woman]—his [or her] level of individual realization—could be observed in the ch’i or life-energy that moved through his [or her] brush […]
Eyes of the Night
Let all the words go. They come from elsewhere and long ago, are immigrants here. They should return to their faraway homes. They should fly up to city balconies and preen there, or land like a big shadow on the cornfield, and pick among the stalks. –Chase Twitchell (The Wisdom Anthology of North American Buddhist […]
Words Fly In
Writing spontaneously is opening a window, letting the words fly in. This implies words are alive . . . autonomous. They can fly. Right now, they are waiting quietly outside your window . . . waiting for the window to open . . . waiting for you to open. Tat, Tat, Tat The words become […]



