..considerations..

HOW TO DEVELOP YOUR FACULTIES 
The Buddha was talking with Uttara, a young pupil of the bhramin Parasariya:
-Uttara, does Parasariya teach you how to develop your faculties?
-Yes, Master Gotama, he does teach us how to develop our faculties
-How does he do this?
-We are taught not to see material forms with the eye nor to hear sounds with the
ear. That is how to develop the faculties.
-But in that case, Uttara, the blind and the deaf must be in total development of their
faculties, for the blind does not see and the deaf does not hear.
Uttara was silent.
-Well, Uttara, Parasariya teaches you one way and here we teach a different way.
Let me tell you what we teach. When a monk sees a form with the eye, usually a
feeling of liking and disliking come into being. The monk then understand that
liking or disliking has arisen but that either one is not inevitable but is conditioned
and dependent on causes. So he heads for a state in which there is equanimity
and finds that in so doing the liking and disliking has vanished and he sees things
as they are. That is how he develop his faculties. That is what we teach.

From "Majjhima Nikaya" of the Buddha

Inga Wiehl's new book -- HEARTSTRINGS

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Inga taught at Yakima Valley Commuity College where she and my mother became quite good friends. Through her husband, Richard's, efforts I was allowed to avoid having my head blown off in the Vietnam war.


I just went to a reading in Yakima by author Inga Wiehl from her new book, "HEARTSTRINGS: A TALE OF DANISH LOYALTY, RESISTANCE, AND HOMECOMING" which she tells the packed, standing room only, audience of attentive listeners she'd truthfully begun working on before her first publication, "When Professional Women Retire", written with Ellie Heffernan.  


I look forward to reading this book. From the excerpts Inga chose to read this is my impression: Using letters from the time period between relatives, she takes the reader back to WWI Denmark and invites him/her into the hearts and minds of people -especially her grandmother - who had difficult decisions to make because of the war. Decisons both personal and national. 
Inga's use of the senses brings one into the personally sacred moments that lure your conviction that you are there. 
Despite what may sound like a superficial attempt to compare for the sake of their shared heritage, I have to say I felt an echo of Dag Hammarskjold's "MARKINGS", which book, to me, has the nearly anthropomorphic ability to induce my mind into a zen-like silence. All I know is I want to 'hear' more of it.






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Ruby's Arms (Tom Waits)

I will leave behind all of my clothes,

I wore when i was with you,

all I need's my railroad boots

and my leather jacket

as i say goodbye to Ruby's arms

although my heart is breaking,

i will steal away out through your

blinds, for soon you will be waking.

The morning light has washed your face

and everything is turning blue now,

hold on to your pillow case

there's nothing i can do now,

as i say goodbye to Ruby's arms,

you'll find another soldier,

and i swear to god by christmastime,

there'll be someone else to hold you.

The only thing i'm taking is

the scarf off of your clothesline,

i'll hurry past your chest of drawers

and your broken wind chimes,

as i say goodbye

i'll say goodbye,

say goodbye to Ruby's arms.

I will feel my way down the darkened hall,

and out into the morning,

the hobos at the freightyards

have kept their fires burning,

so jesus christ this goddamn rain,

will someone put me on a train,

i'll never kiss your lips again

or break your heart,

as i say goodbye

i'll say goodbye,

say goodbye to Ruby's arms.

Two Highways

Two Highways Lyrics  (Alison Krauss)

Two highways lay before me, which one will I choose

Down one lane I'd find happiness and down the other I would lose

There is no one that I can trust, I must decide alone

My decision is an awful one, which road will take me home

(chorus)

In the mornin' would I wake to find, down the wrong road I have gone

Will I hear the melodies I've searched for oh so long

Only time will tell if I have made a loser's choice

And though sadness cries my inner soul, goodbye lover moans my voice

Perils, there are many, as I set out on my way

If I lose your love I know that I can call it back someday

Rambler, lonely rambler, just ‘cause anyplace is home

Nashville, lights how you have always shined

Wishing now that you had found a word or two to say

But the mornin' came and we both knew my eyes gave it away

As I kissed your cheeks and said goodbye I thought only time will tell

And you can't draw water from an empty well

In the mornin' would I wake to find, down the wrong road I have gone

Will I hear the melodies I've searched for oh so long

Only time will tell if I have made a loser's choice

And though sadness cries my inner soul, goodbye lover moans my voice 

Mamas and Papas.. :-*

like a cat who waits in front of a mouseholE... TO AWAIT KNOWLEDGE OF THE PERCEPTION, to wait for all thoughts to go away, and really perceive the person in front of you..WITH LOVE AND CARING...TO WAIT FOR THIS THING... ACTUAL COMMUNICATION. 

DEDICATED TO THE ONE I LOVE

 (Pauling-Bass)

 While I'm far away from you my baby
 I know it's hard for you my baby
 Because it's hard for me my baby
 And the darkest hour is just before dawn

 Each night before you go to bed my baby
 Whisper a little prayer for me my baby
 And tell all the stars above
 This is dedicated to the one I love
 (love can never be exactly like we want it to be)

 I could be satisfied knowing you love me
 (and there's one thing I want you to do
 especially for me)
 And it's something that everybody needs

 While I'm far away from you my baby
 Whisper a little prayer for me my baby
 Because it's hard for me my baby
 And the darkest hour is just before dawn

 If there's one thing I want you to do especially for me
 Then it's something that everybody needs

 Each night before you go to bed my baby
 Whisper a little prayer for me my baby
 And tell all the stars above
 This is dedicated to the one I love
 This is dedicated to the one I love
 This is dedicated to the one I love
 This is dedicated to the one I love

You are my Sunshine

You Are My Sunshine
My only sunshine. 
You make me happy 
When skies are grey. 
You'll never know, dear, 
How much I love you. 
Please don't take my sunshine away 

The other nite, dear, 
As I lay sleeping 
I dreamed I held you in my arms. 
When I awoke, dear, 
I was mistaken 
And I hung my head and cried. 

You are my sunshine, 
My only sunshine. 
You make me happy 
When skies are grey. 
You'll never know, dear, 
How much I love you. 
Please don't take my sunshine away. 

I'll always love you
And make you happy
If you will only say the same
But if you leave me
To love another
You'll regret it all some day;

You are my sunshine, 
My only sunshine. 
You make me happy 
When skies are grey. 
You'll never know, dear, 
How much I love you. 
Please don't take my sunshine away. 

You told me once, dear
You really loved me
And no one else could come between
But now you've left me
And love another
You have shattered all my dreams;

You are my sunshine, 
My only sunshine. 
You make me happy 
When skies are grey. 
You'll never know, dear, 
How much I love you. 
Please don't take my sunshine away. 

Louisiana my Louisiana
the place where I was borne.
White fields of cotton
-- green fields clover,
the best fishing
and long tall corn;

You are my sunshine, 
My only sunshine. 
You make me happy 
When skies are grey. 
You'll never know, dear, 
How much I love you. 
Please don't take my sunshine away. 
Crawfish gumbo and jambalaya
the biggest shrimp and sugar cane,
the finest oysters
and sweet strawberries
from Toledo Bend to New Orleans;

You are my sunshine, 
My only sunshine. 
You make me happy 
When skies are grey. 
You'll never know, dear, 
How much I love you. 
Please don't take my sunshine away. 

DON'T BE CRUEL

Elvis Presley Don’t Be Cruel Lyrics

(Words & music by otis blackwell - elvis presley)

You know I can be found,
Sitting home all alone,
If you can't come around,
At least please telephone.
Don't be cruel to a heart that's true.

Baby, if I made you mad
For something I might have said,
Please, lets forget the past,
The future looks bright ahead,
Don't be cruel to a heart that's true.
I don't want no other love,
Baby it's just you I'm thinking of.

Don't stop thinking of me,
Don't make me feel this way,
Come on over here and love me,
You know what I want you to say.
Don't be cruel to a heart that's true.
Why should we be apart?
I really love you baby, cross my heart.

Lets walk up to the preacher
And let us say I do,
Then you'll know you'll have me,
And I'll know that I'll have you,
Don't be cruel to a heart that's true.
I don't want no other love,
Baby it's just you I'm thinking of.

Don't be cruel to a heart that's true.
Don't be cruel to a heart that's true.
I don't want no other love,
Baby it's just you I'm thinking of.

Danse Cambeau does Dylan Big Band Style in Portland..anyone remember?:1982-ish

I even met the guy once, but i kick myself for missing the show. I think it was at the Baghdad theater...did it used to be on or right off Burnside? I think that's where he played. I forgot his real name, which he introduced himself to me with, but his stage name was Danse Cambeau. I heard the ads on radio even over in Seaside where I lived.

He wrote all the parts to a Big Band style stage band, yes, like Glenn Miller-style, ...something like:  " an evening of Bob Dylan, arranged by Danse Cambeau" and he spoke with his fake-french accent. Now I wish i would've seen it. I can't find anything on the internet about it.