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Preface: The Pratyeka’s Garden
The Pratyeka’s Garden Preface Mining the Tropes of Our Lives there we were again, inside, drawn down the narrow shaft of perspective past mind’s open maw into the pit of coal and diamonds where the empty ache of eons … Continue reading
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The Pratyeka’s Garden
The Common Clay, the Ephemeral Dust My name is the name of my father. In 1948 I was the first born child and grandchild of my family. I had a Siddartha-like childhood. I was the son of a prince … Continue reading
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Mara’s Assault
I am back writing on this blog after a season of separation from the light Lenore and I shared. There is indeed a season for everything, and awakened persons are not exempt. That’s one of the developments of my sojourn … Continue reading
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Finding Enlightenment with the Buddha: A Parable
My journey of seeking the answer began at the university, and proceeded on to the library and then the seminary. I lived the devout life for many years. One day word came that the Buddha had been found. I traveled … Continue reading
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Reflections
This morning with coffee on the porch I reflect upon several things: the recently passed equinox and the gathering of Fall; the discovery that another old friend has died; the summer past; why I am the way I am; the … Continue reading
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Give me a moment. I’m considering the Hemlock.
I check into the website Grief Speaks Out everyday, looking for expressions that reflect my own experience since Lenore died. I find reflections there which are informative and helpful and descriptive of some of my own feelings and thoughts. It’s … Continue reading
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The Suicide: An Insider’s View
He lay and puffed his lips out with his breath. And then—the watcher at his pulse took fright. No one believed. They listened at his heart. Little—less—nothing!—and that ended it. No more to build on there. And they, since they … Continue reading
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