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12/16/2005
Important meetings with little friends.
Two important meetings. One yesterday and one just this morning.
Made me realize, that during the singing of the Nembutsu another choir of little animals around the house were joining us in our singing, there little beings taken up in the same song of life and light; everything sings Nembutsu.
Yesterday a squirrel looked at me.
Twitched his beautiful tail a few times, always somewhat ambiguous this twitching tails of my friends the squirrels: contempt, happiness, annoyance or what?
He kept looking at me, waiting, then he turned upside down and hanging from a thin branch, he went on with what he was doing. Eating nuts out of the container we hang out there for the birds. “Namo Amida Bu mate,” I said to him. He looked me in the eye again, but when I took one step nearer, he fled away in the trees. The nuts, first moving by his sudden flight, were hanging still now in the autumn air.
It was in the absence of my active friend, so present only moments before, that the invitation opened for squirrels and birds alike, to feed to their hearts delight. And I only could mumble in this space, please come and eat our little friends, the pleasure is all ours.
Namo Amida Bu.
This morning’s meeting was with Timmy. He is the robin that is coming from nowhere after a while and sits every time on the same branch, by the porch, looking at me. He is telling me the story of the day. He is a small bird, but small birds can have great stories. It is just that his small feather-body with the red breast he is so proud of, cannot contain the many words we are using to tell the great stories. So he needs not much time to tell me about the whole of life he is part of, this morning. I say, ‘Hi Timmy,’ 
then he invariably hips two -, or when he is in a exhilarating mood, three times on his branch, looks at me with his little black eyes, and is off to robin business. Namo Amida Bu, I call after him, he did not look back, he never does, but with his little voice he said: ‘Tsjilp.’ That means in Robin language: Namo Amida Bu. And in the widening space between us when he flew away, my heart sang a little bird song:
Namo Amida Bu, everything is Nembutsu.
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Lovely - namo amida bu!
Posted by: Sujatin | 12/16/2005
Glad you've tweaked the design - much easier to read. Namo Amida Bu, Sujatin
Posted by: Sujatin | 12/17/2005
what a lovely find.....going to spend a bit o time looking about your musings......
seems like I remember your work from somewhere else.....??????
If you should visit my blog...know its been a walk into the underworld others have allowed me to view....and finding the mirror
Pieces and parts...examining the full realms of our edges...
just a personal walkabout......
holdin the pomagranate...deciding on w(h)eather to munch the seeds ...or not
not claiming any workings but examining endless paths and their vision...
your writing s are delightful and sanctuary.....
lv
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Posted by: Talasa | 12/27/2005
Hoi pappa,
Very nice blog u have here. I can feel you are very happy!
Liefs
Jess
Posted by: jessica | 12/27/2005