Crimson Japanese maple leaf Fallen; huddled amongst siblings over their mother’s roots. Fallen suddenly As though timed to the moon or the length of the day. Or the stride of something ancient. It’s not like they died. Dutiful children, warming her roots for the winter. Dutiful children, Even as they wither, Wither away from the likeness of youth, And those last bold vibrant hues. I was drawn to pick this one; Carry it along for a while at the end of my meditation. I was drawn to pick this corpse…read more
Here’s what people are reading here on andrewfurst.net in January 2017: Winter Trees by William Carlos Williams – Compass Songs Teddy Roosevelt on Trouble – Quotes May The Fourth – Verse Us (Poems by Me) The Day Lady Died by Frank O’Hara – Compass Songs Hooked On the Afterlife? – Dialectic Two Step Peppermint? – Say What? Secular Buddhism – What’s Your Take? – Modern Koans\ Looking Skyward – Tiny Drops (Photography) November Night by Adelaide Crapsey – Compass Songs April – Sara Teasdale – Compass Songs
Question: If you don’t know who or what God is, how will you recognize evidence for God? Response: Do you need to have knowledge of God in order to prove that God exists? <robot voice>alert, alert. you have successfully engaged the logic game, if you wish to play, your success requires that you follow the rules. If you break them, you need to accept correction or defeat.</robot voice> A claim of belief by one person or even a group of people does not constitute evidence. To make a knowledge claim carries with…read more
. Letters swallow themselves in seconds. Notes friends tied to the doorknob, transparent scarlet paper, sizzle like moth wings, marry the air. So much of any year is flammable, lists of vegetables, partial poems. Orange swirling flame of days, so little is a stone. Where there was something and suddenly isn’t, an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space. I begin again with the smallest numbers. Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves, only the things I didn’t do crackle after the blazing dies. by Naomi Shihab Nye If you enjoyed…read more
The Eightfold Path Series This is the one of several posts I will be offering titled the Eightfold Path Series. As I’ve reflected on my experience, I’ve come to see the Path as both the practice and the fruition. As we inch closer to realization of our true nature, we discover that the wisdom, ethics, and mindfulness prescribed by the Buddha are the most natural expression of our being. John Daido Loori Roshi’s book Invoking Reality was transformational for me. In it Roshi turns the path on it’s head in a way that uncovers it’s challenge…read more
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Here are the the most popular cartoons by Andrew Furst posted here. Say What? is an ongoing series of laconic exchanges on Buddhism in the format of a comic strip. Enjoy. Popular Cartoons 1 Altered States? – Say What? 2 Peppermint? – Say What? 3 The Test – Say What? 4 No Doubt? – Say What? 5 What’s The Difference? – Say What? 6 Do Buddhists Bicker Better? – Say What? 7 Why Worry? – Say What? 8 Arthritis? – Say What? 9 Secularism? – Say What? 10 It’s The Community – Say What?
This is the project finale of the first Post Card Art Series, a collaborative art project done on postcards.
. Change is the shimmering of form. The sun on a morning pond And the birth of a child. Nothing is essential And everything is just as real. The engine of life Grinds on in the shadow of entropy. Chaos and order Oscillating on the songbird’s syrinx Dancing on light and air. Pointing is futile and necessary. The dizzying perturbations of impermanence That arrive on the senses seem to only numb and distract. What message could we find in this monotonous tide? Hearken, These are the death knell of delusion….read more
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