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Offer flowers on a distant mountain to all beings —Dogen Zenji
In this dharma talk we explore the beautiful practice of giving, generosity, on the three levels of experience, Inner, Outer and Secret.
The invitation here is to open to the inherent generosity of life itself and explore ways we can cultivate and infuse generosity in our lives and practice.
The talk opens with the poem below:
simple generosities
today I am appreciating
the simple generosities
the way things–in the act of being
Just as they are
make abundant
offerings
like how
compacta’s crimson
leaves carry
such a robust red
that i myself begin to blush
–a warmth
that fills me from the inside out
and what of sidewalks
even the seemingly broken ones
–who give
unwavering support for every
one of my foot falls
each step
–a secret meeting
of endless generosity
and neighbors with their kind hearts
create halloween dioramas on their porches
sacred altars
to the trickster, the child, the spooky
the already dead
jack-o-lanterns carved
to resemble each one of our
faces
oh, and the locust
in their perfect row
along this street of bricks
how they wave their
honey golden
limbs
in praise
of sun and wind
and every passerby
oh the simple generosities
–of chair and cup
of spoon and soil
of red-tailed squirrel and house wren
of pumpkin and marigold
–their bright orange faces
that rise up and open to the world
today is the day
where i will receive
your bounty
i will see each of you
for the blessing
that you are
and perhaps
in doing so
i will honor the generosity
of my own life
not for the acts done nor
the gifts given
but for the gift
that is my life
Just as I am
Offer flowers on a distant mountain to all beings —Dogen Zenji
In this dharma talk we explore the beautiful practice of giving, generosity, on the three levels of experience, Inner, Outer and Secret.
The invitation here is to open to the inherent generosity of life itself and explore ways we can cultivate and infuse generosity in our lives and practice.
The talk opens with the poem below:
simple generosities
today I am appreciating
the simple generosities
the way things–in the act of being
Just as they are
make abundant
offerings
like how
compacta’s crimson
leaves carry
such a robust red
that i myself begin to blush
–a warmth
that fills me from the inside out
and what of sidewalks
even the seemingly broken ones
–who give
unwavering support for every
one of my foot falls
each step
–a secret meeting
of endless generosity
and neighbors with their kind hearts
create halloween dioramas on their porches
sacred altars
to the trickster, the child, the spooky
the already dead
jack-o-lanterns carved
to resemble each one of our
faces
oh, and the locust
in their perfect row
along this street of bricks
how they wave their
honey golden
limbs
in praise
of sun and wind
and every passerby
oh the simple generosities
–of chair and cup
of spoon and soil
of red-tailed squirrel and house wren
of pumpkin and marigold
–their bright orange faces
that rise up and open to the world
today is the day
where i will receive
your bounty
i will see each of you
for the blessing
that you are
and perhaps
in doing so
i will honor the generosity
of my own life
not for the acts done nor
the gifts given
but for the gift
that is my life
Just as I am