The problem with trying to write a spiritual journal of sorts is that the subject is not only so great but also so illusive that it’s both overwhelming and elusive. The first thing to remember I guess is that it’s only my point of view. In other words, to paraphrase Miguel Ruiz, it’s just a story. Or to paraphrase Eckhart Tolle, these thoughts are only signposts. Beginning with that caveat of caveats, it should be easier to talk about the unknowable. It’s not that it’s unthinkable; it’s just my thoughts are ultimately unbelievable.
A PASSING MOMENT
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This is my rather loose translation of a hokku by Ōemaru, who lived into
the first five years of the 19th century. For a moment,Autumn seen on the
hillsAt ...
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