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11/13/2005
Mating calls
September:
It’s very quiet, very serene, very wonderful. It’s simply a privilege to experience this. Went with a friend to the forest the other day in the evening. Sitting on a little bench near a lake in the woods we listened to the stags all around us roaring in their mating call. This earthly power in their calls, make you silent of awe. Then the civilized full world of people falls away and for a moment you look in the matter that we are all made of: our bodies, our desires and passions: the whole libidinous build up of our existence with all sentient being. It’s there for right before you, same and other in one moment. So it seems that this is what we get when being open as foolish beings: this enormous amplitude of emotions: earthly power and ultimate refinement, deepest sorrow and ecstatic joy, tears and laughs, moving moments and horror, love and pain. So this seems to be what we can eventually accomplish in our foolishness with the help of the other power that is sometimes given to us: seeing this universe as a healing song for the honour of life itself, that loses its contours in the far horizon of the future, past. Our being a little flame that lights up, but then disappears in the sea of tears, that is ultimately the sea of love. And this is sometimes what I don’t experience, when I’m in my narrow minded depressive moods: Pureland Buddhism is the most erotic branch of Buddhism I came across.
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Lovely, lovely writing. "Mating Calls" ... these words fed me. Thanks for starting your beautiful blog.
Posted by: Kitty | 11/15/2005