Mating calls

noreply@blogspirit.com (Leo b.i.f.) — Sun, 13 Nov 2005 18:40:00 +0000

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.

Musings on an autumn day

noreply@blogspirit.com (Leo b.i.f.) — Thu, 13 Oct 2005 23:30:00 +0100

The sun hides, but it is a soft and mellow day, the colours of the autumn are just amazing. When in Amsterdam jogging in the park nearby I enjoyed the autumn for its colours, but here where I can see so much clearer, it’s a glory. No wind, a country just in stillness. As still and calm as my heart, that beats for the world and has space at last for love and live. Namo Amida Bu.
In Dutch, mood (= stemming) and destination (= bestemming) are almost the same word.
A nice metonym, two words in one context of coming home, of arriving, of catching up.
Most of my days are so full of simple and concrete space of being with everything that is around me that the Nembutsu gets a new significance: it’s the word in which one’s faith can find it’s home. It’s more than one’s singular heart alone. It’s the home of the paradoxical fullness of one’s life. It’s a spatial dimension, the empty openness that is the condition for the possibility to live one’s live to the full. The only thing one has to do is to step outside in the stillness of the autumn air. Just to look around, almost without any intention of understanding. That can make oneself just to a point of reception. A point in which the whole of nature is flowing together and resonates, with colour and sound of the living world.

Sailing west - impressions_inspirations

Mating calls

Musings on an autumn day