In the times of year when we respect the earth–when is that, huh?–we find enough bread for our table and for others. The weed we eat is corn and the fallow we feed is corn and the worship we spread is cornmeal say the Hopi elders on the cave in Hotevilla that they asked newcomers not to build their teepee over. I have spoken on this in a book of Buddhist essays that I will publish on line if I don’t find a publisher for it.
We spread manure where ever we go. Why not try cornmeal and corn for fallow?
I believe it’s because we don’t understand the respect due to each kernal of ear, the Hopi elder wrote on the cave wall. What is respect, I whispered when I came to this quote in my readings of the court room account? I believe an elder whispered back from the pages that we should respect minutea. Is that the moment, my Buddhist tetherings asked? I believe it is and part of it is minutea that we call the moment. I bowed my head in respect and listened for more and none come except watch for minutea or it will watch you to the wall.
I use to live eternity in the moment, now I spread my wings and live eternity from moment to moment, like when whispering. Is it in the ear or around it? In the ear is minutea, not eternity, unless we never question the moment we begin, like a whisper, when does it arrive? That’s eternity. Around the ear is eternity from minutea to minutea with moment interspersed. The moment is the whisper. Need I explain that I am Buddhist from birth or from my own offering as I desired to meditate without even knowing about meditation, that is moment to moment understanding. When meditating that is moment. And finally, when asking the question, should I meditate? That is eternity in the moment. And simply meditating from one’s own experience that one should sit still and learn, which came to me early on, not by teaching but by an internal whisper which I heard again and again and forgotten to remember, like when I forgot to meditate. That’s eternity from moment from moment. The difference is not concept but articulation of the beginning and end. The beginning is the end when it is moment to moment, but the beginning is never the end when it is eternity from moment from moment, and never eternity when they meet. Eternity exists but we know it as an ideal and not as reality or truth, which is reality when it is distilled. See the same Buddhist Book of Essays on line from September 2007 to present.
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