Monday, July 16, 2012

The Body [#4 Khaḍgaviṣāṇa Gāthā]

[+] Do you think you can this be so simple, resounding?
[^] No one has said it is something simple or easy. There is always a tendency to underestimate things outrightly, like if there is a love, this feeling must be so tangled and inaccurate like in an opera's drama...

[*] The wisdom dear friends is not something you can develope in a lapsus of short-range; like also the sense of good taste requires more training than basic materials to get it. Nobody said it would be just so easy. Not a thing to imagine: "Fast obviously we walked in unexpectedly we sat there and the lights went up like stars in the night We gasped there because in seconds the miracle was done in front of us Turning our heads in a corner of the space all of us we saw the body The Body was there like a jade's idol"...
[-]  Ha Ha Ha! You have such an imagination! Eventhough I think it will be more clear and direct than what we can think about it. It is about the master of all, not a game, not a solitary stone. It will be lovely for sure! and The Body will be a total object for veneration and happiness. We will earn so much from this!
[*] Be careful dear friend, because this is an attachment; here there is a little happiness, little satisfaction; here there is very much misery; this is a hook. Knowing this, a thoughtful man should wander solitary like the sun in the summer sky. We have a great honour for share all this experiences but we must also show there our aptitudes for increase the wisdom.
[^] That's the challenge! Banu Haramha told us also: "Goddesses on the mountain top are burning like a silver flame Goddesses on the green valley are smiling like twisted grass"...

[*]... "twisted grass are them and the summit of beauty and love is The Holy Matter that also is the Name".

[+] I feel the blue happiness in my soul!
[^] We are honoured by the occasion and we will do it great.

[*]  Dear mates, we should recite the old poem dedicated to the virtuous man: "With downcast eye and not foot-loose, with sense-faculties guarded, with mind protected, not overflowing with defilement, not burning, one should wander solitary as a rhinoceros horn".

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Old memories & a Song [#3 Khaḍgaviṣāṇa Gāthā]

The caravan of artists had settled on the creek. They came from the west valley and no one before this day did the same. Stopped here, between the hills and the tiny village where is a vulgar river that is just that, running water without mystery or secret. Liquid strings flowing with painful setbacks.
The caravan consisted of four ragged cars, but solid in its consistency. So they were seemed at first view.

At the beginning of the night a dozens of peasants ran downhill and sat around the rustic scenery. Some were sleeping even before any action had begun. The fatigue. This is really a peasantry's life.

We won in that night more than one tasty gift. Laughters and some excited tears, naive enchantments. The night breeze and the beauty of unique circumstances as well as a particular atmospheric feeling made all around full of simple beauty.

Just before leaving, a minstrel begun to sing:

"You must know the nature of things around [you]
Oh! my dear, my very dear lonely man, it is here:
Coldness, hunger and thirst, wind and the heat, [the Sun]
Then, you're you, in this landscape of solitude."

"Snowy whiteness of this bones like unfriendly love.
Gadflies and snakes, having endured all these
One should wander solitary as a rhinoceros horn."

Turning slightly on his way he came back a few steps and in his mind slowly began to sprout letters, single words and then the whole verse. He was suddenly isolated with a kept secret. Also He felt as if he was a responsible man, prematurely old and not exactly a wise one.

And there in the village was a sound dancing on the air; it was a song but a very wise one:

"Having torn one's fetters asunder, in this timeless morning
Like a fish breaking a net in the water, not returning,
Like a fire (not going back) to what is (already) burned,
Then you're you, in this landscape of solitude."

"This is an attachment in the long way, is a world.
Here is a little happiness for you and me, all of us
We should wander solitaries as a rhinoceros horn."

Early in the morning no car was there in the creek. Only water moving in setback steps.

Monday, July 09, 2012

Scenery of Nature [#2 Khaḍgaviṣāṇa Gāthā]

There, near the highlands that are my home, I'm the blissful man. In the midst of this forest of plum blossoms with drenched branches by a colourful light, here I am just Me.

As a deer which is not tied up goes wherever it wishes in the forest for pasture, I am same here! In this valley of golden herbs, I walk. Ah! Wonderful release!

Under the shadows of a mountain's wilderness, tiny universe of freshness, I give free rein to my own nature, Our Nature. And learn the lesson to be blest.

For verily I say to you that an understanding and wise man, having regard for his independence, should wander solitary as a rhinoceros horn.

So the high price of Freedom is paid happily with this scenario that is a vulnerable and sad loneliness.

In this landscape with hills and fat clouds always running away, where life is almost eternal...

Saturday, July 07, 2012

African Horns [#1 Khaḍgaviṣāṇa Gāthā]

The red box had arrived yesterday from a remote location, beyond the sea of gray foams. It was so beautiful! Squared at its base and two thirds of the height. Elegant as well as pointless chic.
Extending the most of his fingers he had verified the measurements;  as accurate as a quarter in length. It is wonderful, just wonderful!

In front, a couple of bronze crescents. A simple closure, distinguished in its brevity.

Slowly, almost mysteriously, he lifted the lid of the box. In bold letters and molded with sealing-wax was written:

"It is an impossibility for one who delights in company to obtain [even] temporary release. Having heard the voice of the sun's kinsman, one should wander solitary as a rhinoceros horn." Sutta-Nipata

A tiny space of light closed in his mind. There were other, perhaps other African horns, lonely and isolated.

A Golden Bough