KNOCK-KNOCK!

who’s there?

BUDDHA!

“boota?” boota who?

KNOW! BUDDHA YOU!

(Opportunities for enlightenment are knocking on the doors of our senses all the time.) (Questioning, we are suspicious and reluctant to admit them.)

(Some opportunities are hard to ignore ;-)

(Still questioning, we don't recognize them for what they are.)

(Hakuin-zenji said, "It is like ice and water: apart from water, there is no ice; apart from sentient beings [outside of your very self], where do we seek the Buddha?" Buddha you! )

O SISTER! MY SISTER

(First voice: Osiris speaks to his beloved Isis; second voice: Luke speaks to Leia Skywalker; third voice: we all speak with One voice; fourth voice: .)

My sister is my goddess;

My sister is my wife;

My sister is my Princess,

For w h o m I bear all

S T R I F E !

My sister is my Mother,

Beyond w h o m

There is no Other.

In sum, O Sister! my Sister! my Sister is my

L I F E !

O BROTHER! MY BROTHER

(First voice: Isis speaks to her beloved Osiris; second voice: a caregiver speaks to a retired pilot; third voice: we all speak with One voice; fourth voice: .)

My brother is my god; yes,

My brother is my husband, too;

My brother is my Pilot,

For whom I am

Ground crew

My brother is my Pater, He

Who rhymes with Mater in water;

In sum, O Brother! my Brother! my Brother, He is

YOU!

WHAT ARE OUTWARD FORMS?

For the People of Burma and their Lady, Sister Aung San Suu Kyi

What are outward forms and shows,

To an honest heart compared?

Oft the rustic, wanting those,

Has the nobler portion shared.

Oft we see the homely flower,

Bearing, at the hedges side,

Virtues of more sovereign power

Than the garden's gayest pride.

[Isaac Bickerstaff (1735?-1812?), 1000 Years of Irish Poetry: The

Gaelic and Anglo-Irish Poets from Pagan Times to the Present. Kathleen

Hoagland, Editor. Old Saybrook, CT: Konecky & Konecky. Copyright 1947,

1975 by the Devin-Adair Co. Reproduced without permission.]

THIS OLD GOD

To the tune of "This Old Man"

This old god

He played Man

He played Man

But then began

To harden, then stiffen--

Lost his Sister soul!

Let's see old god

Gently home

That’s a good god

Give that god a bone

Let's see old god

Gently home

This old god

He played dead

A crown of soulthorns

Upon his head

Hey god! Wake up! Enliven up in there!

All you're suffering is your nightmare.

That's a good god

Give that god a bone

Let's see old god

Gently home

This old god

Hurts so bad

He too often

Gets too mad

Hey god! Wake up! Enlighten up in there!

All your suffering is our nightmare

That's a good god

Give that god a bone

Let's see old god

Gently

Home

Baptism by Fire We Are Living in the Light of Burning Burmese Buddhists, and as metabolism is the burning of fuel, it’s bloody obvious that We are all burning alive.

Flashlight Mind Is it any wonder that we find Nothing when we use our minds like flashlights and search among our self-projected shadows?

Seeking Mind divides us from our Beloved Finding Mind enlightens

Prince Fivayz Adapted from The Buddha vs. Sticky Hair

Neuronal Models of Stimuli: Self-Emptying Vessels of Mind into which experience is pouring, from which awareness is arising like steam, and out of which we are Flowing like water.

Orienting, Defense, and Startle Reflexes

The Scheme of the Orienting Reflex Karl Pribram