vairochana

In Boudanath, Nepal he chanced into the Saturday Cafe. Was it Saturn Day? Perhaps. Decent breakfast. Stupa view. Bookstore.

 

A woman sat at a table with her laptop. Typing. A traveller stood in the doorway. Are you writing a book, he asked. Pasang looked up, smiling.

No, I'm beginning a bi-monthly newsletter. Community. 

He sat down. They talked. He offered to help her. Everyone needs help.

 

They became friends and he'd journey over from Bandipur weekly to suggest all manner of ideas: focus, tone, editing, developing resources and so forth. It's a one-woman show.

 

He gave her a copy of his walking meditation prose poem from Lhasa travels. He revised it. She published it. O joy. In June she prepared to publish the first hard copy issue.

Pasang sent her web site URL. It has a great feel. Here it is. Give it a look-see. Share.

www.vairochana.com

jungle mumble

Namaste,

hominids know so much 
understand so little
pigments paint animals
traps, black time marking combs
seals, bison, ice age melts bones

hunters

bows, arrows, spears, traps
coal, ash, bark, blood, animal fat
50,000 years of experimentation
still creating in the dark

gatherers
animal skins, fishing hooks, bone sewing needles
fingers grasping
finer points
migration
settlements, social laws, rules, order

invent a religion

game theory
follow the leader

Metta.

Dear Lucy Chimp Child

I learnt to write before reading. Letters. Strings of pictures. Read nature.

Word pictures. Yeah. Grunts and ughs and yahoo wows and gestures and sings signs and more gestures. 

So it goes. Eat or be eaten. Law of the jungle. How did we evolve? Answer evidence.

Anyway, I walked from Ethiopia to I don't know where. New climate and landscape.

Someone, probably a Homo Stupendous had fire. I saw the light. It was in a shelter. A hole in the ground covered with branches and animal skins. Maybe a cave. 

Our tribe wanted to stole it. They made a plan. Brain power. Sneak up.

We asked, using our gesturing language. Limited. Share?

Go away!

They threw sticks and stones at us. 

Find your own fire. 

It's a struggle.

Bye.

Cat Cat village

Namaste,

It was a pleasure to hear from Steve in Cat Cat, Vietnam.

Cat Cat is a village near Sapa. Delightful kind Black Hmong people. 

People, rivers, mountains, waterfall.

A child in Sapa carries the world on her back.

He saw images from our travels there in 2009.

Visit his site. Wander around. Explore. 

CatCat.

Metta.

visuals

Namaste,

What do you you see?

I see a boy pointing at me. Pointing at a stranger. What kind of stranger? A friendly stranger. Are you a stranger?

Yes. I am a stranger to myself. 

Why is the boy pointing? The boy is pointing because. Because why? I don't know why. I know the boy is happy. How do you know he is happy? He is smiling. What is a smile? 

It is a reflection. A reflection of what manifestation? A manifestation of joy. Facial muscles in Laos. 

Can you read a smile?

Yes I can. His smile says, Smile, we will help you practice.

Metta.