To me the greatest comfort, even for this rather primitive shakuhachi
player, has been to a local tree located in a gulch removed from the
roadways and noise of the town... as the sun rises each morning I sit zazen
under a venerable old tree and play my few notes on the shakuhachi...
the sound of the flute echoes across the valley... cutting through the noise
of my mind and bringing me back to the clear vast fields before me...
Brett "Bud" Breitwieser ( bud@zenbud.com <mailto:bud@zenbud.com> )
please visit my zen site at http://zenbud.com
zen hermit mailing list: http://www.coollist.com/group.cgi?l=zenhermit
Impermanence:
"To what shall
I liken the world?
Moonlight, reflected
In dewdrops,
Shaken from a crane's bill."
-Dogen-Zenji
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Bruce Jones [mailto:bjones@weber.ucsd.edu]
> Sent: Thursday, September 13, 2001 8:11 AM
> To: shakuhachi@weber.ucsd.edu
> Subject: Mirrors
>
>
>
> The shakuhachi is a mirror. When you play it, your ears see.
>
> What do they see? For me, mostly my desire for a really good
> sound and my inability to live up to my own expectations.
>
> The shakuhachi list is a mirror. Particularly at times like this,
> when every sentinent being on the planet is deeply involved in
> complex and conflicting emotions, this mirror is difficult to look
> into, difficult to blow into (to stretch the shakuhachi as mirror
> metaphor).
>
> At their request, I will remove those who find this mirror too
> painful to look into. I hope they will return at some point when
> time puts some perspective on the events of the past few days.
>
> and many thanks to everyone with the courage to come to the mirror.
>
> bj
>
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