passed away a few hours ago from an upper
respiratory infection and heart failure. He will be
deeply missed. ~Rebecca Rothey
photographs. The light is long and glancing, warm with the rays of
sunlight almost saying: ‘Here. Look, look at this. See me here.’
A moment in time, caught by the morning light. The next instant the
figures move, the scene changes.
Existence placed the figures where they were, wove that momentary
sense that is existence looking at itself. Or to use that much
overused word god looking at God and that is worship, existence
And only our eyes can see that.
presence by my light.’
And sometimes some bit of presence says like an eager kid:
You remained a mystery.
For you came from light
And kept trying to get back there.
The folks you loved.
The jokes you made
The wisdom and honesty
That were your trade.
the score. You can’t one-up
me any more.
I wish you could and that’s no lie.
I don’t want to say good bye.
A little seltzer down your pants.
You were king of many hearts.
Now we are no more apart.
If a stump could talk would he tell of all the
branches, leaves and birds of summers long ago?
Oh, can you see? He wants to, he wants to!
poem and photo by Sam Pasiencier
#2402 – Friday, February 24, 2006 – Editor: Gloria Lee
from Advahut Gita
47. We’re not a problem to be solved, there’s no prize for a winning
story. Close the book and exhale. There is nothing broken, nothing to
48. Oh mind, why struggle? Fall into the heart, drown in the ocean of
your own bliss! Let what happens happen, yours is none of this!
49. Not the fruit of a tended vine, I am not what changes. Source of
sweetness and thirsting both, spilt wine drops lifting into air,
Love’s own intoxication.
50. Neither formless or form, inconspicuous in my own absence, the
true word is “Silence”. Before we knew, we all knew it.
51. Nothing to cling to, nothing to grasp, why wander, restless,
dear mind? Relax!
posted by Sam Pasiencier to nondualnow
#2345 – Sunday, December 18, 2005 – Editor: Gloria Lee