![\"\"](\"https:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_0uPSljNE9f4\/ShV1bIuWrzI\/AAAAAAAAAcY\/fMUcSz82Qvg\/s1600-h\/101_0725.JPG\")
<\/a><\/p>\n<\/p>\n
I\u2019ve got a couple things for you today. First, a lovely, evocative poem from today\u2019s Writer\u2019s Almanac, \u201cDurum Wheat,\u201d with some \u201cforgetting the self\u201d overtones. And that\u2019s the second offering \u2013 some study resources related to what I mentioned a few days ago \u2013 Sen\u2019ne said that \u201cforgetting the self\u201d was \u201cknowing without touching things,\u201d a reference to a line from Hongzhi\u2019s \u201cZazenshin\u201d poem. Below that you\u2019ll find Dogen\u2019s comments on Hongzhi\u2019s poem. Dogen suggests that knowing without touching things (a.k.a., forgetting the self) is (among other things), \u201csitting and breaking skin born of mother\u201d \u2013 a wonderful call to wholeheartedness. Enjoy. <\/p>\n by Lisa Martin-Demoor<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Someone tells you you\u2019ve imagined it, Someone tells you this. You have to go there while there\u2019s still time. <\/p>\n Excerpt from Hongzhi\u2019s \u201c<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/span>Zazenshin<\/span><\/a>:\u201d
<\/span><\/p>\n
<\/span><\/p>\n
\u2014no photographs, no diaries\u2014
nothing to pin the past on the present with, to make it stick.
Just because you\u2019ve got this idea
of red fields stretching along the tertiary roads
of Saskatchewan, like blazing, contained fires \u2014
just because somewhere in your memory
there\u2019s a rust-coloured pulse
taking its place among canola yellow
and flax fields the huddled blue of morning azures\u2014
just because you want to
doesn\u2019t mean you can
build a home for that old, peculiar ghost.\n
that gash across the ripe belly of summer,
and for a year, maybe two, you believe them.
Maybe you did invent it, maybe as you leaned,
to escape the heat, out the Pontiac\u2019s backseat window
you just remembered it that way
because you preferred the better version.<\/p>\n
But what can they know of faith?
To ask you to leave behind this insignificance.
This innocence that can\u2019t be proved: what the child saw
of the fields as she passed by, expecting nothing.<\/p>\n
Back to the red flag of that field, blazing in the wind.
While you\u2019re still young enough to remember
a flame planted along a road. While you\u2019re still
seeing more than there is to see.
<\/p><\/span><\/div>\n
Essential function of buddha after buddha,<\/em> <\/span><\/p>\n