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00:25:45 - Please Call Me By My True Names By Thich Nhat Hanh (see Below)

00:30:53 - Sandra Invites Questions

Unhindered: A Mindful Path Through the Five Hindrances - By Gil fronsdale

Poem: Please Call Me By My True Names

By Thich Nhat Hanh in October 2004

Don’t say that I will depart tomorrow—

even today I am still arriving.

Look deeply: every second I am arriving to be a bud on a Spring branch,

to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings,

learning to sing in my new nest,

to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,

to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.

I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,

to fear and to hope.

The rhythm of my heart

is the birth and death of all that is alive.

I am a may fly metamorphosing on the surface of the river.

And I am the bird that swoops down to swallow the mayfly.

I am a frog swimming happily in the clear water of a pond.

And I am the grass-snake that silently feeds itself on the frog.

I am the child in Uganda,

all skin and bones,my legs as thin as bamboo sticks

.And I am the arms merchant,selling deadly weapons to Uganda.

I am the twelve-year-old girl,refugee on a small boat,

who throws herself into the oceanafter being raped by a sea pirate.

And I am also the pirate,my

heart not yet capable of seeing and loving.

I am a member of the politburo,

with plenty of power in my hands.

And I am the man who has to pay his “debt of blood” to my people

dying slowly in a forced-labor camp.

My joy is like Spring, so warm

it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth.

My pain is like a river of tears, so vast it fills the four oceans.

Please call me by my true names,

so I can hear all my cries and laughter at once,

so I can see that my joy and pain are one.

Please call me by my true names, so I can wake up and the door of my heartcould be left open,

the door of compassion.

MB

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Depth in Practices continues reading and discussing Noble Truth, Noble Paths.

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Depth in Practice continues reading and discussing Noble Truths, Noble Path.

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Depth in Practice spends a second week discussing Case 20: Dizang asked Fayan, "Where are you going?" // Fayan said, "Around on pilgrimage." // Dizang said, "What is the purpose of pilgrimage?" // Fayan said, "I don't know." //Dizang said, "Not knowing is most intimate.”

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00:00:27 - Readings and Teachings from 'Not Always So' by Shunryu Suzuki

00:11:02 - Joel Invites participants to Pracitce with the Breath whilst Sitting Zazen

00:11:44 - Participants sit for 5 Minutes

00:12:06 - Stephanie Says a few words about her Practice

00:23:13 - Poem - Dirge in Woods by George Meredith (See Below)

00:24:20 - Poem - A Parting Guest (See Below)

00:25:14 - Poem - Nature - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (see Below)

00:26:04 - Stephanie Opens the Floor up for Questions

00:23:13 - Dirge in Woods

BY GEORGE MEREDITH

A wind sways the pines,

And below

Not a breath of wild air;

Still as the mosses that glow

On the flooring and over the lines

Of the roots here and there.

The pine-tree drops its dead;

They are quiet, as under the sea.

Overhead, overhead

Rushes life in a race,

As the clouds the clouds chase;

And we go,

And we drop like the fruits of the tree,

Even we,

Even so.

00:24:20 - A Parting Guest

What delightful hosts are they --

Life and Love!Lingeringly I turn away,

This late hour,

yet glad enough

They have not withheld from me

Their high hospitality.

So, with face lit with delight

And all gratitude,

I stay

Yet to press their hands and say,

"Thanks. -- So fine a time! Good night."

By James Whitcomb Riley

00:25:14 - Nature

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

1807 –1882

As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,

Leads by the hand her little child to bed,

Half willing, half reluctant to be led,

And leave his broken playthings on the floor,

Still gazing at them through the open door,

Nor wholly reassured and comforted

By promises of others in their stead,

Which, though more splendid,

may not please him more;

So Nature deals with us, and takes away

Our playthings one by one, and by the hand

Leads us to rest so gently,

that we goScarce knowing if we wish to go or stay,

Being too full of sleep to understand

How far the unknown transcends the what we know.

Not Always So: Practicing the True Spirit of Zen Paperback –Jun. 2003

by Shunryu Suzuki (Author)

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00:02:00 - A short reading from ‘Not Always So: Practicing the True Spirit of Zen by Shunryu Suzuki

00:03:50 - Reading from: Seeds for a Boundless Life: Zen Teachings from the Heart by Zenkei Blanche Hartman

00:05:33 - The Niagara River By Kay Ryan (see below)

00:08:50 - The Fourth Sign of the Zodiac by Mary Oliver

00:15:47 - Peonies by Mary Oliver

00:21:37 - Ann Invites Questions

The Niagara River

By Kay Ryan

1945 –

As thoughthe river werea floor, we positionour table and chairsupon it, eat, andhave conversation.As it moves along,we notice—ascalmly as thoughdining room paintingswere being replaced—the changing scenesalong the shore. Wedo know, we doknow this is theNiagara River, butit is hard to rememberwhat that means.

The Fourth Sign of the Zodiac

by Mary Oliver

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